You are Wulf Isebrand's son, too? What is your purpose on my lands?"Joerg knew then that this had to be the Count of Merseburg."My purpose, your Grace... is to get away from Hanse territory," he answered truthfully."Spoken like a wise man," the Count chuckled. "Are you looking for service?" I am, your Grace." I can always use men like you. Are you true?" That I am, lest you ask neiding's deeds of me," Joerg answered proudly."What say you, Hauptmann Grumm? Will he fit?" the count asked an older,. ” I was so readyfor it, so ready for her to slide her fingers into my wet pussy. Readyto cum, ready to get home so that we could continue and so that I couldtaste her. Ah yes, I loved to taste her. I loved to feel my tonguegliding against her warmth, wet pussy. I couldn’t wait to have her eatme also, but the best was doing her. I could get off doing her.She finally slid her hand down inside my pants, rubbing my clit.Circling it, a little fast, a little slow….I was ready to explode.“Come on. Anyway, one evening they invited Becky over for dinner to spend some time with me since that seemed like the only way they could get me to stay home, I had been sneaking off with Becky a lot to satisfy both our urges, we almost got caught by the janitor once when we were fucking in the gym after school. The basic routine was, sneaking off together to have secret sex then spending the remainder of the day in school inoperable from each others arms. Anyway, at the dinner we managed to strike up a. “Are we doing the ‘group’ menu deal?” José asked.“That seems like the best option,” Abby replied. “We get six large dishes, rice, a choice of soup, and ice cream at the end.”“That’s the key!” Jocelyn said. “Ice cream!”“You have to clean your plate before you get dessert, Jocelyn Theresa!” I said in my best ‘dad’ voice.“Oh, shut up!” she exclaimed, but she was laughing. “How many times did you hear my dad say that?”“Basically every meal at your house from the time we were five!”“He STILL says.