Porter grabbed his trail bag and weapons, glad to be finally moving. The three of them slipped through the trees and bushes silently, hugging the wall...of the palace as they went. They came to an abrupt halt before the plain back wall of a building. From the smell wafting from the vented roof, Porter guessed they had reached the royal stable.A back door was ajar. Gilly led them inside the tool shed where the shovels and rakes for cleaning the stalls were kept. Already Porter wanted to puke at. After just few minutes she showed me the time & we actually finishes almost an Hour of the massage, she said Sir, it’s over , I said what, how can it be, she said we are here for more than 1 hr, while talking to each other never knew we finishes I said, no no I want more she said Ok, I asked her to continue for another 30 min she said she has to take permission from madam, I said go take it, she went & came back in a Jiffy & I asked can you massage my tool, for which she bluntly said NO, I told. Not like she had. Did that mean I loved her less than she loved me?“Stop it,” Will said.I snapped my head up to look at him. “Sorry? What?”“Stop asking yourself if she loved you more than you loved her.”“How did you—”“Been there. Done that. Not on this scale, of course, but ... Truth is, Paul, she wrote this Will months after you wrote yours. And at the time you two were certainly a couple unlike when you wrote yours.”Still looking at him, I said, “I hadn’t thought of that.”“And why would you?. " So, this tanned, bbw called Molly has gotten awfully lonely. She dropped me some messages, we exchanged numbers, she gave me her address of a familiar street I know. It's the last house on the left, can't miss it. I walk in and her relatives leave for a night out. We sit down, have some wine, we're both single, both adults.. Then the conversation stopped, she said she was going upstairs and I was worried we only had about 3 hours before her parents got back. Suddenly, I see her sexy feet.