“Where did you girls come from?” the naked auburn haired woman asked out of curiosity.“We... uh, we live just over there,” the blondest one re...lied pointing back in the direction of the hill they’d been hiding on.“There are houses over there?” Kelly asked starting to dry her auburn hair with her tank top. The motion made her tits jiggle and she was pleased that all four sets of adolescent eyes were riveted to the display.“Uh-huh,” the spokes girl confirmed.“What’s your name?” the nude woman. Heather would be a lucky gal if she looked half as hot as her momma in fifteen years. I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a dark thrill through my body; my pecker seemed to ache even more. I slipped out of the bedroom, padding through the house as quiet as a burglar.After carefully opening the door, I spied the couple on the bed. He was fat, on his back, and snoring like a saw mill,. His smile faded. Damian. His perfect, sainted half-brother. The one who inherited everything. The good one. The one who was so considerate that he intervened with the Archbishop to ensure that Draco’s position within the church was secured, by transferring the deed to the land on which the majestic building which was now St. Therese’s stood. The only one, in the eyes of the ton, who cared anything for the good-for-nothing, black sheep of the family. He was indebted to his much-loathed brother.. ‘Well, if your strain on my brain brought me down here for nothing you’re going to owe me one hell of a margarita.’ Shalimar took off her coat completely and set it down, revealing a body that should be illegal to keep murders from envy from happening. I blinked convulsively, shocked into a fully alert state by the bright light bouncing off her upper chest. She was wearing the largest collection of diamonds I’d ever seen. They flashed brilliantly. ‘Holy crap!’ I said. ‘I was going to say.