There weren’t any leggy blondes around here, so it must be for her… and by the look on his face, he had no idea she felt the same way. If somethin... was going to come of this, it was up to Dena. She took the two steps separating them and rubbed her fingertips lightly along the thick bulge. Hal’s eyes widened in surprise. Her smile was sweet, tender. ‘You too, huh?’ God she hoped she wasn’t wrong about this. Then the look on Hal’s face changed, too. First there was relief, and a small. They had spent countless hours visiting old ruined Abbeys,Monasteries as well as all the other tourist sites they could find. They made sure to take many photographs. However at night in the privacy of their hotel room they used their camera to taken some very naughty photographs of themselves. The day before they were due to fly home they decided to take one last drive in the countryside. They came across an old Abbey with beautiful gardens and very old buildings.Ingrid had always been. But perhaps I can talk Bob into serving you some horse."I pretend to gag, "No way Erast. Horses are much too beautiful to eat."We head downstairs and I'm so excited...Present – Erast – At Bob's Country BunkerI pause at the top of the stairs, do another quick threat assessment then we descend into the den of iniquity. Thank God Anastasia is holding onto my arm. Bob notices us and motions us over to his table which is off to the side of the stage. We fight our way through the crowd, arrive at his. So, Brook, how are you doing?"Of course she'd been horny. Had been? She was still horny thinking about the night; she'd started jilling herself in the shower with her brother for fuck's sake."Fuck, Brook! Ya might be more horny than te' lady!" T'so," she sighed. "Nice t'be welcomed as slut." Ah. What ya jilling to?"Brook thought to herself, "No teasing?" Actually he'd gone further than that: an affirmative "ah," rather than just simply acknowledging the situation with "t'so." She felt his depth.