From the slight blush on her cheeks to the demure fluttering of her long lashes, he had known he would have to woo her gently. But he was convinced it... would be worth it.Over the next couple of days, he'd pursued her with the same determination that had served him so well on the battlefield. Flowers, poetry, bolts of cloth - he'd showered her with gifts, but careful, always careful, to keep his intentions hidden from the prying eyes of the others at court. She was English, he was Scots; he had. She understood and said it’s okay as it happened by mistake. Then we had tea and we were casually chatting. She asked for some help regarding computer stuff since she didn’t have good knowledge about it. I gladly agreed to help her out.While I was teaching her, I had a clear view of her boobs and I was staring at it continuously. She noticed that and covered it. Again I felt very embarrassed. After helping her with computers, she got up and started walking towards her bedroom. I immediately got. She was working her sneaker hard and I was flexing her foot and I grabbed her toes and her heel and flexed it like I was trying to fold it half and she said, “Do it harder.” I got a good grip and pressed her toes toward her heel and she screamed in delight as she came on her sneaker. I let off the pressure and she sighed. She said, “I am really pleased that you broke Jake’s right foot, ankle and leg for him last week.” “He is really enjoying his long leg cast and crutches.” I replied, “I had. I push him. He stumbles backwards a bit and Ifollow him onto the porch."Stop looking at me like that and get out of here," I command him."Hey babe," he draws out the second word and chuckles. "You wouldn'tdress like that if you didn't want to be looked at."I push him again and he backs off the porch and into the driveway, by hiscar."Stop looking at me like that," I yell.I hate it but his stares are driving me crazy. He's looking at me withlust and I like it! Goddamn it! I see a bulge in his.