The House Warming

By Mary Tales

Wanda has left her husband and moved into a new, rented house. It could be such a stressful time, but she has the best kind of help.

Her sexy cousin, Zoe, has arranged for four hunky members of The Gang to help Wanda move house. And, once the boxes are unpacked and the bed built, they're going to stay the night and do anything and everything that Wanda wants. After years of dull marriage, Wanda wants a lot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Tales
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310064999

Mary Tales

With a surname like Tales, what else could young Mary do. She's a very naughty lady with a vivid imagination, and she wants to share it with you.

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The House Warming

Mary Tales

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Copyright 2015

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I do have a lot of stuff in boxes. Wanda said, sighing.

The living room was piled high with shipping boxes. Surely they didn't all belong there, they should be in other rooms.

I could make a bad joke about baggage. said the short woman beside her. But I won't.

Zoe was a sexy pixie in her dungarees and crop top. Her short cut hair was particularly becoming. Wanda had dared to try a super short style herself, rather than the shoulder length bob she had sported all through her just ended relationship. Unconsciously, she reached a hand up to stroke the bristles on the back of her neck, raising a delicious tingle. I should hope not. How did all the boxes end up in here?

That was me, I'm afraid. said a voice from the door. They turned to see Derek, Zoe's handsome, and well built, husband, standing there with a box cradled in his arms. He kicked the front door closed and stepped from the short hallway into the living room. We just, sort of, put everything in here until you turned up and pointed out each box was labelled for a room.

Ah, my husband, the logistics manager. Zoe lamented.

"Yes, well, er, this is the last of the boxes. It's almost time to take the van