The sound of the children playing their mysterious games in the cold outside was a comfort to their snugly warm parents next to the fireplace.Sandy wa... happy because she would be going to the pumpkin patch after church and would be allowed to pick out the one she liked the best of all.Right now she was not thinking of the pumpkins because her annoying friend Robert was making fun of her pig-tails with the red ribbons her mother had attached to the ends.That Robert was such a pest.He was always. From her perch on the tiled edge of the bathtub she could see through the steamed window, into the small yard behind her home. It was just as well that the condensation blocked her vision; her normally pristine landscaped yard had been allowed to fall into disrepair this summer. Her roses, her perfect prize roses, hadn't been pinched back once since they started blooming. The raspberry bushes lining the tall wooden fence had grown gnarled and impossible. The berries were allowed to grow beyond. Lest I be accused of courting favour, let it be known that I am a Briton of the West, not a Saxon. I have no great love for the people who stole our land these many years past. Nonetheless, I own Athelstan as my King. I recall the King as a boy at his grandfather’s knee. I had him in my charge for lessons. He was a beautiful child with hair like gold and eyes the grey of the winter sea. I remember him being sent into Mercia for protection. Many thought his father, the late King, sought his. I kept fucking myself as Lisa snapped more pictures then Ang returned with a bag, a towel and jar of Vaseline. I asked Ang what she was up to and she told me to just relax and go with it and she would make sure I enjoyed everything. Ang had me stand up as she placed the towel on the couch and had me sit again. She opened her bag and I could then see several dildos’ of different sizes and colors. I knew exactly where she was going with this and my ass started tingling. To my surprise Ang asked.