“I will need to see your superior and explain I do not need a babysitter.”“Babysitter?” Curtis asks, feeling slightly offended by the remark.�...�Yes, you heard me,” Yulia asserts. “I do not know why my superior called yours. I did not make official record of coming here on assignment.”“Well, that the thing,” Curtis says, his smile creeping up on his face. “You see, when you leave unofficially on business involving crimes happening here, your superior follows his training. And we cannot have an. A delightfully deviant taste of oil, leaf, and age-blended smoked-peat filled my palate. Even older memories of the place where this whiskey was born came to me. Closing my eyes I could see again the battlefield of Ancrum Moor. I heard again the gun powder exploding from arquebus barrels, the battle cries of the pike wielding Scots, and the sound of the pipes. Oh, that sweet cacophony of mad notes, now used only to entertain, it once brought such shivers of fear to all the men who heard them. They were beautiful, then all of a sudden they disintegrated into pudgy, oily-skinned grandmothers. Paulette wasn’t leather-skinned yet.Nathan hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he finished, she was sitting up in bed, yawning and stretching. Her tits were bare and sagging. She didn’t seem to care any more. She held her arms up for him to come to her. Her lips met his. While they kissed, she rubbed him tenderly.“Oh, poor Nathan,” she said playfully,. I got an unexpected buzz on my mobile phone at about 10.30. It was a text message from my wife, well actually from her pussy. She is usually SO paranoid about sending photos of herself on her phone, so i was very surprised to find myself staring (in dis-belief) at her freshly shaved cunt with the message attached saying- 'Im waiting up for you ;)wow, what a nice surprise! She's never done that before, so i naturally i started to harden up. Straight away i sent off a thankyou and said i couldn't.