Just as he reached the door, he froze at the sound of his wife's voice."Michael" she said calmly, reaching back to take Alex by the hand. "Why don't y...u stay all night, I think Alex and I will be a bit busy."Alex was still stunned, not only by this morning but by the events in the kitchen as his mother slowly led him through the house. This time she led him not to his bedroom but to the doors of the master bedroom of the house.As Alex followed his mother through the door and towards the large. I don’t even like blondes. I like redheads!? But this appeal to her vanity doesn’t work. Tanis follows the ball-grasp with a kick from her stockinged knee, and I buckle again, and then I walk quickly to my office. My cock is hard now, like it never is for my sweet, chubby wife, and I shut the door, and unbuckle my pants from Rogers Peet, step out of them and fold them on the chair. A moment later, Tanis comes in, waving the Jenny McCarthy paper. ?Well, it looks like Hattersly in Accounting may. Today we just had to hope and pray that no one we knew would see us, because although we were as far away as we could get without leaving the island, it was a small place.The restaurant we chose was small, dark and old-fashioned: very French, it seemed to me. The sort of place you might find in a side street of a French city, with food so good you wondered why the chef hadn’t made a career somewhere bigger.I had snails in garlic butter to start and she had carpaccio of beef, sliced so thin it. “She should be fine on the way back,” said Ulf.“Aye, but that wound will be hard to fix. She might not regain full use of her arm,” I replied.The last was a pale-skinned, light-haired teen gyrating slowly on her back in the dirt. Her hands were pressed tight to her right side in a vain attempt to stem the flow of blood. Ulf moved her bloody hands to show me the wound and she cried out in pain. A sword had slashed deeply into the flesh and muscle above her hips. I could barely make out what.