Joyce always tried her best to look nice. She was 55 and her figure was a more rounded shape. she was wearing a bright red Skirt Just above the knee.B...ack Tights and A White silky blouse with her ample boobs pushing through, With red High Heels to match. It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on the back seet.Most of the jouney is on A roads,and joyce hates motorways.About an Hour into the journey joyce became restless and kept changing her position in the seat. I Noticed and asked her. He had been prepared for such an eventuality and althoughthe cold damp of the swamp made the prospects of camping outsideunpleasant he had endured worse."No, please!" the girl said with a sudden, unexpected urgency. "You canstay at our house instead. If you try to sleep out there the cursedknight might ambush you in the night and kill you."Ardath walked closer to the girl and saw that she was shivering fromfear."If you so wish, lady. However I am more than a match for this cursedknight, I. It wasn’t until late afternoon the second day after his classes were finished that he contacted Emma. Sitting at the his “control center”, his computer, with a Scotch in hand, he pinged her on Hangout. It was so satisfying how quickly she answered. “Where are you right now Emma?” he messaged her.She replied she was just finishing shopping. “Have you behaved yourself?” “Oh yes, Sir.”“I want you home and, in your bedroom, totally undressed sitting on your bed in 30 minutes.” “Yes, sir, I am. You didn’t reply,” she said, keeping pace beside him.“I’m worried that if I tell you how I feel, you’ll think less of me.”Kaisha seemed more frustrated than concerned, looking down at him with a frown.“You’re always so concerned with how other people see you, how other people feel, that you never take the time to ask yourself how you feel.” Kaisha stopped him, placing her hand on his shoulder. He feared that he might seize up again and that his leg would fall out from under him, but her touch.