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 mist...aken 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 around and began to walk back.Within seconds a squad of warriors scrambled out of the inner area along with some form. This is when I would allow him more time to view the photos.One time one of my visitors was so daring that he quickly pulled from the clear pocketed holder one of the photos I had taken. I thought it was gone for good. It was a photo of my Ex-wife sitting in our large tan leather recliner. She was sitting back in the recliner with her feet up on the foot rest. She had her legs spread apart holding her hairy bush and pussy lips spread showing pink with her large erect clit. On top she had a. Then finally when I was going through his profile I read a status message saying: Off to Dubai for one month on a business trip! Yesssss! The devil side in me started working and I was already masturbating imagining a story that I knew will never happen of me fucking Preetall! Anyways I never let go off my hopes. On one fine weekend what I did was I went near her area and gave her a call saying I’m near her house and can meet her husband and her today! I said I am in the same cross she told her. Instead, as soon as she realised I was awake, she sucked me harder and faster until I unloaded down her throat. Then she crawled up my body until she was straddling my face and held onto the headboard while I returned the favour.After cuddling in the afterglow for ten minutes or so, Clarissa put on a short nightie from her drawer and the robe I’d bought her from Charlotte’s Secret on top of it.“I want to save the rest of the outfit for special occasions,” she said as she put it away.“Such.