Tensions had risen a couple of times when the wounded amongst the Spaniards had died. Pedro and Father Gerome had done what they could for the men but... it had not been enough. Thankfully the voyage had been an easy one. The seas had remained calm and the winds had remained favourable for the most part. They had made good time and they had avoided any dangers that could have ended their journey with finality that none desired. In fact the only excitement during the passage, beyond the seizing of. Without any preliminaries at all, Rebecca climbed up on the bed between Cyn's legs and started to run her tongue from her puckered little arsehole all the way to her clit. Cyn was in shock. Rebecca then pulled Cyn's legs roughly and said for her to shove her arse further into the air because she couldn't reach all of her and Cyn complied.Rebecca then proceeded to quite expertly slurp on Cyn's pussy alternating between sliding her tongue right along her slit and arsehole with little nips on her. Mathomdale is a revelation to the young girl. Although she feels that she has been sent away in disgrace she finds the lovely unspoiled valley a liberation and she soon falls in love with its idyllic rural beauty and the odd old world courtesy of its inhabitants. Before long she is spending all her free time roaming the valley and the surrounding fells enchanted by it. But Jennifer is a perceptive girl and she quickly comes to realise that there is more to Mathomdale than simply rustic charm.. “You were saying.” 'Busted' I thought to myself.“If I could now take some measurements?” Helen asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Is that suit one of Edwards design and cut?”“No, it’s one of mine,” she replied. “Having studied textiles at uni, I’m learning the trade from Edward with a view to increasing the female client list here before hopefully opening my own shop.”“Well, your suit looks sensational” I replied. Numpty, I said to myself mentally. You sound like an idiot.“Thanks. I’ll be back in just.