Laying back on the sofa, maybe I’ve kicked my shoes off, legs now apart, skirt further up my legs. I may start to stroke my hairs through my knicker...s. After a few minutes, I may stand up, unzip my skirt and slip it off. Eyes fixed on the television, I’ll take my blouse off. Back on the sofa, one hand down my knickers, maybe both of them. Maybe I lean forward, oh that’s better, bra off. Unfettered tits………stiff nipples.Some more fumbling down my pants. You could probably hear the splashy splashy. ”“Fucking the daylights out of your brother,” Rita jumped in, grinning.“Guys, please, you cant tell anyone please!” Chris said with fear in his eyes.“How long have you two been doing this?” Rita asked.“Rita, Randy, please, you have to promise not to tell,” Stephanie said equally scared.Before we could respond to either of them we heard a door open and Jim and Marie slowly made their way into the hallway yawning and wiping their eyes, I knew we were talking too loud.“Whats all the commotion out. Look what Sabreena has contributed."Sabreena had indeed done her usual best. A lovely leg of lamb, crusty and sizzling, with a stunning aroma. Easy on the greenery.I know myself. I think best whilst I am stuffing myself with excellent food. Good plonk further eases the effort. Over Jake's after-dinner drinks I mentioned to them that it was high time they visited Germany, especially a certain doctor, with me."Let's go over together. Alfred should have some time with Karla, Jake and I to tackle. That had quickly been cleared up when the President had explained the Supreme Court findings in his very next breath. Now he knew the worst of it. The President had apparently sent troops into the UK illegally and while they were there they had killed a fifteen-year-old monarch. Things couldn't get any worse than this."Mr President, this is all bad, very bad. We know the boy, sorry, the King of Scots has been playing really well with the American people. They love him, sorry, loved him. He.