” He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his carriage here. “You’re hurt, and you need help.”“Yes... Sir, I’ve been ... prisoner of the bandits for weeks.” Flynn squeaked softly. “I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My name is Flynn.”“So that’s what happened to Sir Egan’s squire.” The knight said. “We’ve been looking for you. But we didn’t expect you here of all places.”Beckoning him to follow, the knight brought Flynn through the. I adjust the positioning so that the scene I want is perfectly framed. I suppose I should stop the recording to avoid getting in the frame myself, but if I keep my back to the camera when I’m not standing, perhaps it will be alright. I’m sure the film can be edited. Suddenly I want everything recorded.I see nerves through the eyeholes, but also excitement such as I’ve never before seen in my wife. I walk up to her and take an arm, stretching it out. Catherine obediently holds her limb in place. Not for the first time Catherine Dixon allowed her fingers to delve between her cunt lips as her thoughts returned to her son Dan, who had until now, perhaps through guilt or even concern had refrained going all the way and actually fucking her, his own Mother.With the urging of the young Sharon, that particular point of no return had been well and truly breached by Dan and lying in her bath massaging her enlarged clit, Catherine marvelled at the incredible skill with which Dan had brought her. ”“Cecilia?” the police officer called out.She went into the room and Jillian’s roommate came into the hallway.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Margaret, but everyone calls me Peggy.”“Were you guys drinking?”“Yes. But I honestly didn’t know she was diabetic!”“What year are you?”“I’ll be a Senior in the Fall. I turned twenty-one back in May.”“OK. So just a rules violation for you. How old is Jillian?”“Today was her twentieth birthday.”“What were you drinking?”“Rum and Coke.”“Just the two of you?”She.