He should have been spending this evening with Sarah. So that they could get to know each other better… so that he could… The phone began to ring ...nd he swore viciously and snatched up the receiver. ‘Reynolds!’ he snapped. There was a pause and then, ‘Sam – is that you?’ A timid little voice hesitantly asked. Sam felt his spirits soar. ‘Sarah! Sarah I am so glad that you phoned!’ Sam could not have kept the delight out of his voice even if he had thought to try. ‘Sam!’ The warmth in her voice,. Her poor father was in his cups unable to face the slow erosion of the family's reputation and monetary fortune. The ups and downs of diametrically opposed loyalties to either the Pope in Rome or to the new reformed faith inspired by the writing of Martin Luther had made stable living conditions impossible. A lot depended on which side was in power at any given time and the risks of a high profile were usually torture, death and the seizure of all family property. They had been lucky so far,. I hovered my hand by her knee to check she was sleeping. Nothing happened, so I slid it further up her thigh. Still nothing happened. I continued this motion until I noticed I was still hard from the night- and getting harder. I began to rub my dick as got closer to her cunt. I slowly pushed my thumb inside her. I felt her moistness cling to it, I pulled it out and sucked it. The taste moved across my body, tickling every nerve. The blood rushed to my cock so fast I went dizzy and shaky. I. I wallowed in self-pity. I tortured myself with thoughts of Ken and Beth. Maybe I should go to Spain and take out my anger on Ken. No, that was Jean's job.I thought 'do some cooking, Tim, you've got to eat properly, and learning to cook would be a start.' I burnt my fingers getting a casserole out of the oven. It tasted bloody awful.It took me ages trying to get the washing machine to work on half-load. In the end I gave up and did three shirts as if they were a full load.I went to the.