Yeah, we'll be right down."He slammed the phone. "Fuck, Randy, wake up. My mom and yours are here for breakfast. We gotta get down to the restaurant."...I looked at the time with alarm. It was 9:30."Tran, we really picked the wrong day to oversleep. We have to wake up and get packed." She rolled out of bed and brushed her tangled mane from her sleepy eyes. "Says who? Where are you going?" Rick demanded. I didn't want to spoil our surprise, so I improvised that we were just going to visit my mom. I won?t be long,? and dashedthrough to the bedroom to get dressed. Within half an hour she washeaded out the door to go shopping for her husband?s first blouse.Meanwhile, Charles was left to his own devices. He put on a casual shortand jeans then headed through to the small space that served as a studyand open his laptop. As he worked he slowly became used to the warmweight on his head. After a while he was unconsciously tucking strandsof blond hair behind his ear and enjoying the feel of it. I immediately began pumping, and after about the tenth stroke, Sandy started cumming in her sleep!! This was all I could stand. I began shooting off deep inside her pussy, with each spurt feeling like it was coming straight from my balls. Sandy was letting out little moans with each breath, and I was countering them with grunts of my own. Larry let out a typical "Ohhhhh, mannn!!" only this time he didn't whisper. It didn't matter, for Sandy never did wake up the whole time. As I withdrew, Larry. So she put the kettle on the fire, lit candles in every window, and waited to see what trouble this way came.Her cottage was far away from the river but just barely close enough to the village that someone could walk through the pathless woods to her front door. Not many people did come; not many people liked to acknowledge that Branwen even existed. Life was easier—and safer—without thinking about such things. But there were always a few desperate enough to ask to her for help sooner or later..