“You and Charlotte, Penny and Tom Doyle. Do you think they’d come?” she somehow asked straight-faced.Charlee was not fooled. “You don’t need...my permission to shag Penny Doyle, twit. I can’t believe how magically you’ve restrained yourself, knowing how you pine after my pretty little house-mouse.”Olga coloured deeply. She’d been hopelessly smitten since viewing the tapes back in June, when Charlee had de-clothed Penny in the downstairs corridor outside the suite. Saturday, June 11, 2016: the. "Wow, I love it. It's way sexy. I'm not sure I like the idea of all the guys drooling over you when you're wearing that around though." Oh brother, it's fine." Hey, can you believe Christie is going to have a baby?" I asked."No. That's crazy."Meridian turned around and reached up into the cupboard to get a glass. My eyes focused on her sweet ass which was looking spectacular in those jeans."Dad and Mom seem pretty happy about it though," she continued.As she turned back I quickly looked up,. I couldn't help glancing at her. She was so beautiful, with red hair that fell about her gleaming pauldrons, and large breasts that gave her an impressive cleavage. Her half-breastplate cupped those wonderful mounds, lifting them up and making my mouth water.A pendant nestled between her breasts and Angela's fingers absently stroked it."Who gave you the amulet?" I asked. My words came out as an accusation and I flushed. I couldn't help it. I did love her, despite Angela's assertion it was just. It was not to be the best day for yard-work, but wasn't going to be the worst either. Having overslept, I didn't get started until almost 11:00. As the weatherman had predicted, there wasn't a cloud in the sky above me and the heat was raising fast. Two hours later, I was sweating like an Eskimo in a desert. An hour after that my tee-shirt was soaked; my underpants were drenched; and my socks were so wet that they made a 'squishing' sound every time I took a step. What I didn't know at the time.