The phone was ringing when I walked through the door. I picked it up expecting to hear Phoebe's voice. Instead I got the upper class tones of Lady Car...line."Drew, I'm so glad I caught you. Can I say first of all how sorry I am to hear about your loss?" You certainly can say it Caroline, in fact I think you just did. But you didn't call me just to say that. What can I do for you Caroline?" Still the same old Drew; straight to the point as usual. Yes you're right I have got a favour to ask. When. This was almost too exciting for me already as it would mean my semen would now come into contact with her beautiful pussy.Now I had to rush to the bathroom for my "happy ending". (I called my wife first to check how much longer they'd be out so I can live out my fantasy as long as I comfortably can.) But there it lay. My mother-in-law's panties. A pink string bikini with the front and rear fabrics slightly rolled up, indicating a hurried manner by which it was removed. As I unwound the pink. When I arrived at Bloomsbury Square on the afternoon of Christmas Eve Zinnia was looking flustered and upset, and at first I feared Gurney had been struck down with some ague.“What ever is amiss, Zinnia? I can see something is troubling you.”She took my arm and drew me into the empty withdrawing room.“I received this letter from Miss Gore earlier today.” She brandished an envelope in her hand.“Who is Miss Gore?”Zinnia looked peeved. “Surely you remember Catherine Gore, the young woman at. Well, nearly a woman, for hisloincloth still covered what seemed to still be a masculine organbeneath that small strip of hide."Satisfied," Samuel asked him as he very carefully, and verymethodically closed his hide cloak, and replaced his hood."Satisfied," Marcus frowned. "You're turning into some kind of....offreak," Marcus bellowed."No, I'm becoming the living manifestation of the goddess among us."Marcus stared in mounting fear and rage as the ever serene Sam turnedhis back on him, and.