If he were going to carry one, it would have been one of them, not one that I had never seen before. In short my father was murdered."Tom waited in si...ence as Janet Thurston took a sip of coffee and composed herself, "My father left Magnolia House to me, but as we discussed I can't own land, so my father arranged that the transfer of ownership passed to the man that I marry. Only by marrying me could anyone get Magnolia House. Magnolia House is easily worth ten times what that thief Belamy is. She sighed and fell silent. I took this as my cue to slip down her body so she could share in my blissful state.Shrugging the remains of the sheet from us, I extracted myself from her loving grasp. I got off the bed, stepping on my panties just like I thought I would. Luckily, I didn't trip. I did get a giggle from my new lover as she heard me stumble. I laughed and told her to hush while I climbed back onto the end of the bed, spreading her legs in the process.I heard her moan her approval as. We headed straight for the kitchen, Helen telling me she needed to get something from a cupboard – she bent over as she reached down, her skirt riding up exposing her panty clad arse and the outline of her clearly visible cunt lips. My cock sprung to attention, straining through my briefs and tenting my shorts. She turned round with that dirty smile and said in a very husky voice, “You like what you see.” – it was a statement not a question. In that second I was on her, we groped for one. Her eyes lifted to the windowsill, where eight small dragons were carved out of wood. She gasped. ‘Those are amazing! Where did you buy them?’ Jason opened a medical wipe and pulled up a chair in front of her, and bade her to sit. When she was seated, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of her, and pulled her hand down from her face. ‘I didn’t,’ he murmured as he began to dab at the cut. ‘I made them. I’m a wood sculptor. Still not very good at the chainsaw thing, but I’m getting better on.