I’m afraid I haven’t got any Yorkshire tea.”“Oh I’m sure your tea is great – just milk and two sugars.” Ali went into the kitchen to mak... the tea and Stefanie sat down on one of the Lloyd loom chairs. Pilot curled up on the shag throw rug. Ali came back with a tray of tea and fixings and placed it on the coffee table.“Just help yourself we don’t stand on ceremony here. There’s a biscuit for Pilot – does he want any water?”“No - he had plenty to drink in the creek. And can I say how sorry I am. His penis became erect straight away. He was unable to do anything, in case it drew her attention to it.He took longer to take the screws out, mainly because he wanted to see her as long as possible.Finally he removed the screws and said, “at last, they’re out.”Extricating himself from where he lay, he sat up. Margaret was still squatting down, but he wasn’t able to look, as it would have been to obvious.He had a spare catch in his toolbox and fitted it on the door. Now he was ready to fit the. He started to kiss her again and slowly massage her breasts. God he can’t keep going she thought not after what we have just done. And as she looked down she saw his cock was already stating to recover and was nearly ready for action again. He gently lifted her off him and made her kneel on the seat, with her pussy pointing backwards towards him. He then started to massage her swollen pussy lips with the tip of his cock just parting them enough so she could feel the tip pushing against her. Somewhere within the boundless darkness, a single belled tolled, rich and resonant. “Who calls me?” said a voice in tones that spoke of heat and darkness. “Who dares summon the morning star?” “I do,” replied Millicent, summoning every shred of her courage and dignity, forcing herself to stand fast. “I seek to make a bargain with you.” “I am the beast, the darkness, the fire,” came the reply. “If you dare, make your request.” “My true love has fallen to a murderer's blade,” Millicent said..