Long, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a pleasant, albeit strained, face with lips that were neither thin nor full. She had a naturally tan complexion and...a laugh that sounded like a choral ensemble. That is what first caught my attention. I watched her from across the restaurant. Five feet six, maybe seven, inches tall, well-groomed, with firm fair size breasts, a narrow waist, and a butt that could not have filled out her pants any better. Way out of my league.I admired her from a distance and. I understand you have some connection to the Isles?Isabella speaks in voiceover while the camera does closeups of her face. “Oh, yes, my father is British. He met my mom in Japan. We moved here shortly after I was born.”They say people of mixed heritage are often more beautiful than either of their individual ancestries. We think Isabella certainly proves that right.Cut back to interview angle.So how did this all come about?Isabella smiles as she recalls the memory. “We were all rushing the. "I wasn't lying, was I?" he gloated. "Now, get this:"Standing at the other end of the bench, Grandpa grabbed a handful of my hair in his hand and held my head up while he slid the little shelf back under the bench. He positioned himself over top of my face and thrust his stiff cock into my mouth and began face fucking me wildly, no doubt showing off for his friend. "Wow!" Ben exclaimed, as he stood up to get a better view."Ha! Now, watch THIS!" As before, Grandpa held my head tightly as he. Now, to feasting my Lord. You and your men have certainly earned it!" My Lord King, wait you. Before the feasting there is one matter we need to deal with I think." Scott signalled and one of his men led a horse forward. Tied to the horse was Echdach mac Aed."No Scott, not now. I won't have the stench of this treacherous cur spoil your return or my crowning. Away with him, hold him fast and we will deal with him later!"Scott, Fiona and Eilean sat at the same table as Gabrain for the feast that.