Quite probably, he was thinking about James in ways that a man should never think about his step-son. Daughter, James corrected himself, instantly. He...doesn't see you as a boy anymore. James closed the door to his room behind himself, noticing that he was actually afraid. Why was he afraid? There was no reason to be. He was still just as tall as Randall, and Randall hadn't actually done anything. Even if he had, James could easily have dealt with him just like that little punk the day before.. After bath I was wearing and a trouser and T- shirt. While reaching the room her perfectly shaped breasts were clearly visible to me. They stood very proudly in her chest and the erected nipples stood in the center of her chocolate colored areolas. A beautiful hairline started just below from the perfect twins parted her beautiful abdomen into two and flown into that deep navel. The shape and depth of that navel was very rare and the silky hairline from her navel was again flowing into that. ’ ‘I’m glad,’ she said. ‘Oh?’ I asked, puzzled at her concern. ‘Yes, sir. I don’t like to see good customers leave – especially ones I like working for.’ she said, her eyes bright and sparkling. She got up out off the bed and came to me. Smiling she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and deep. I was a little stunned at her forwardness but her lips were so sweet and she was so soft and warm. I pulled her to me and she melted into me. We kissed for a long time before. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, choosing instead to lay out the picnic that she’d organised. It was nothing remarkable – some fresh game, caught by one of the Dalish hunters who’d been helping supply the army, some bread and cheese, and a rather expensive bottle of wine. Getting fancy food in the middle of an army camp was impossible, but at least it wasn’t salted meat from one of the barrels and hard biscuit.She didn’t have to wait for long until he joined her, hair damp and braided.