Armand Hamar considered this for a long time trying to decide what a simple tinker could make that was not only useful, but beautiful and one-of-a-kin.... Fortunately, he had been given a year’s notice for the creation as the wedding day had been set for the following Midsummer Eve.Now, it was a well-known fact that Lady Hyacinthe was a terrible cook. Prince Lukas had been sick for two days after his first dinner with her, but she had other charms and the prince was willing to overlook the. A almost-tickling lick along my navel. A wet trail along the crease where my thigh meets my body. Each touch a brief spark that awakens and arouses a new part of my body, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.He licks a trail of red off of my inner thigh, and I can't contain my gasp. My whole body feels alive, itching for his touch. I want him to lick up, up, to move his tongue between my legs, but he's gone again, standing next to the bed, watching my flushed form on the bed. I look. I breathed in. She smelled of lavender, a relaxing scent. Which was good, because I felt the edges of panic rising in me. I had to be calm. I couldn't freak out for my daughter's sake. She needed me to be her perfect mother.“Okay, okay,” I told her, grabbing her arm and guiding her to the couch. I pushed her down on it. “Do you want something to drink?”She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “It just... It hurts.”“Hurts?” I asked, rushing to the kitchen. This was so insane. I breathed in,. “I’m not upset.”“No?”“No.”“Have you ever seen another guy’s penis before, Roger?”“No,” he says back. “Yours is my first. Have you?”“Plenty, but it’s always been in the locker room after sports at school. And only for like, a second.”“Nice.”Stroking myself, I stare at my cock for a few seconds before looking back up at him. Though his face is slightly tilted up towards the sky, his eyes peer down at my cock. “You want to touch it,” I say.He shakes his head as his cheeks flood with color. .