It was rigid and throbbing, extended to its full length, thickness and stiffness. His uncle had an average-sized dick—six inches long and two inches...thick. But it was stiff as a board.They stroked each other's pricks as they open-mouthed kissed.Wilburn slid his mouth away from his nephew's, and slid his lips and tongue over the boy's neck. He rubbed his nephew's cock as he nuzzled his neck."Um, you're such a young pretty boy," he breathed in his nephew's ear. "You're so soft and smooth, curvy. I’m pregnant with your child, Jason. You need to stop calling me mom eventually,’ Becky said again.‘Yeah. Yeah. I know.’ Jason dismissed what she said.‘Ma’am, Ms. Priyanka is downstairs waiting for you.’ Alice’s voice came from outside the room.‘I’ll be there Alice,’ Becky said with a high tone.‘Got to go, hon.’ Becky got off from bed, wore the robe and went downstairs. Becky didn’t need to dress up. When Priyanka was working for her as her secretary, Becky shared a bed with Priyanka from time. I walked for a few minutes and found a little place on a corner, it was a regular dingy little London café, but had kind of a Middle Eastern flair, a couple of older men sat a table outside smoking hookahs and inside there was no one, just a big wide screen tele playing music videos with the sound down. I walked up to the counter, there was no one there so I looked through the chiller-cabinet for something that might be appetising, there was a big glass and metal fridge with drinks to the right. The nearest safe crossing was a day's travel south down the river road to Roper's Ford, where the river current south was slow enough to allow a ferry to safely transport the caravan wagons across.The skilled gléaman had raked in another small fortune during his stay in the city, entertaining at several of the finer inns, and he was in a fine humor when the caravan left the city westward and then continued to follow the road along the river south, past the great ruins of a colossal bridge that.