He is an arms smuggler and my 'uncle' is Sir Eoin, Baron of Spencer," I said rather tartly. Then I rolled my eyes as a concerned look bloomed on Ambro...e's usually intimidating face. "He is a friend and I am smart enough to have followed him home once or twice. I know who he is, and he is not someone with a reputation for hurting little girls. As a matter of fact, he has a reputation as something of a gentleman among scoundrels."Ambrose grinned. "You know I am going to look into this, don't. "what was that for?"i look at her wide eyed. I see the top of our moms head and i panic pulling Sara back against me. her tight ass presses hard against my cock as our mom finally sees us. "Oh you did get him up." our mom sighs and shakes her head. "didn't you hear me calling you young lady?"Sara shakes her head "No mommy I didn't hear you." she looks up at me smiling. "we were having to much fun!"my cock jumps and I nod shakily. "yeah sorry mom."our mom sighs and walks over to my room. her. They stepped in the barn, out of the summer heat. "No more pretend stories, just real fun." She giggled, tingling all over. "C'mon."Christine stopped at Champion's stall and rubbed her hand soothingly down the horse's nose, scratching the white star between his big, soulful eyes."This is my dad's horse," Christine said. "Champion, this is Tracy, my friend." they giggled together. "Wait until you see his cock, Tracy. It's a damn tree trunk!" I can't wait to see it!" Tracy bubbled. "Ohhh, shit,. By the time I left that bar, I think that I had drunk it dry. Anyway, I stumbled out of the saloon and started walking. I was so woozy that I have no idea which way I headed: I may even have walked in a circle. In any case, I was so sleepy that I fell into the first stack of hay that I came to and settled in to sleep off the effects of too much alcohol."Eventually, I woke up, I was sporting a hangover of monumental proportions. I got to my feet, somehow, and wandered away from the hay stack to.