Now, from what I can glean, it is a formal invitation to dine tonight with the Royal Family. If it had said 'Royal Household' it would be an informal ...occasion. 'Royal Family' suggests that Princess Denae and Queen Lorida will be attendance and possibly Sir Torbert, as well. He is the King's brother, as you probably know. Ah..."Renoit's finger traced a line at the end of the letter."Traditional dress is requested," he said with a puzzled look on his face."Perhaps they think I dine naked,". "This is a good dream, Chloe."I was still hard, still so very fucking hard. With a growl, I shoved her away from me. She yelped and flopped onto her back, her lush body still bouncing on the bed when I jumped on top of her. Madison gave me a wide bright smile as I hooked my arms behind her knees and spread her legs as wide as I could, sought her wet opening with the tip of my cock, then thrust straight down into her body."Oh fuck!" she groaned, throwing her head back.I held myself above her on. "“Thank you and a Merry Christmas, miss.”Arriving home, I walk into the kitchen and my wife asks, "What did you buy, dear?"You will have to wait until Christmas, Mandy," I tell her as I head to the basement to wrap her gifts.As I wrap the gifts, I tuck the bottle of potion in my golf bag. I tell myself, "I really hope this works."I hang the mistletoe next to the leather recliner.“Honey, are you just about done?”My wife's voice snaps me back from my thoughts.“Yes, dear, I will be up in a. A little while later, they were sipping coffee at his table. He noted that she was wearing flannel pajamas decorated with anthropomorphic dildos, which meant that she’d brought an overnight bag and that her lingering had been planned all along.“Wendy, thank you. You’re my guardian angel.”“I’m sure as hell no goddamned fucking angel. But you do need one, surrounded as you are by demons. Most of them your own.”“I’m sorry. I know I dumped a lot on you last night.”“More like a biblical flood, but.