Such criticism was inevitable when you farmed so close to London. Indeed, hers was the first farm that one would pass by when driving on the busy A404... (M) from the M1 to visit the bustling new town of Buckland Common. She'd never have been criticised so much if she was living in Wales or Northumbria, but here where land costs were high and the distance to market was so short there was nothing she could do to satisfy her neighbours. When she didn't suffer taunts from Greens who could never. “Clearly you can see that.”“I cannot tell anymore,” the older woman croaks. “I thought you didn’t have a backbone, but now I’m not so sure of it.” She sighs. “And don’t pretend you do not know.”“I do not know anything,” Eris admits. “I have pulled every favor I have to find out anything about who is behind this and I have not found one single lead.”“Of course you won’t,” her mother sneers. “When you’re guilty there isn’t anyone to pin the blame on.” She changes her mocking tone for a more. Her free hand was working my right thigh like she was stroking on my hardening cock I was trying desperately to hide from her view being the rather shy guy I am. Soon her hand was wandering more and I made the comment to her, “Stop trying to cheat I was planning on letting you win anyway.”“I’m not cheating I sent Jon out tonight so we could be alone I have wanted to fuck you since the first time we met.” She replied with a sheepish grin as I dropped my controller causing her to let out a. I shook my head slightly. "Friends," I offered before she could come up with some other derogatory remark.A smile played across that lovely face. "Oh, I see. You are still ... attached."Attached? Yeah, we were attached. No one had stopped touching anyone in my group since we started down the stairs to enter their lair. I nodded.She looked along our group. "Is it a physical problem? I see all of you still holding hands."I glanced to one side and the other. I didn't have to, but it was good to.