Some of you may have read about Debs exploits in Toronto and Sicily and the result of being found out in our own small town. This is an account of how... Deb christened our new home in Dorset on the day we moved in.We were packed up on a Thursday night ready for the removal company to arrive early on the Friday morning. At 7:00am the removal lorry reversed into the drive way and we were finally going to go to Dorset. It took most of the morning for the guys to load the stuff and secure it in the. “We couldn’t resist and she had our King,” she explained.“We know of this. That’s why you have the amulet,” I replied.Finally my innate time sense told me that two hours had passed and so we both stood and I packed the chairs away.“It seems Queen Verenestra was mistaken and the Daoine Sidhe and the court of Oonagh have no concept of honour and the rights of a herald. We will pass this information onto her. The stain on your honour will be noted,” I said loud enough for all to hear as we turned. For a minute or two we continued to fuck like that, me thrusting steadily into her, while grasping her little boobs, while she rocked her little arse back and forth on my big hard cock, and then I pulled my hands out of her t-shirt, moved them under her slim tanned legs, and then lifting her up off the floor, my stepsister had no other choice but to lean back against me, and hold onto my neck, as I began fucking her again."Oh Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!" she moaned as I held up in my hands and thrust. I saw Charlie Henderson who I used to do business with and he is pretty high up there." David replied."Thanks. Instead, go get a refill and take it to our seats. I will find you."As David left, Carla looked back at Margaret and said "You aren't throwing that drink at anyone are you?" No. I won't waste good wine. Besides, I have better ways of making my points. Let's go see if we can find Jane." Margaret said.Finding Jane Carmichael was not too hard. Clustered with a dozen or so people she was.