Lysa, Jons wife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right ...ind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not. You'll have to walk over to get it; I'm here by myself till noon, and I don't have a spare helmet, so I couldn't take you on the bike anyway. Don't be in too big a rush about a car; I won't need the van for a couple days while the weather is nice. Have to get the seat time on the Harley, you know. It won't be long and it'll be too cold."Dave took a sip of his coffee and did his best to change the topic. It was embarrassing, at the least, to admit being such a neophyte about cars. Hell, Emily. I saw her legs tighten around his waist and I knew what was about to happen.Their cries of orgasm filled the van, I could see his thick shaft pulsing as he exploded, filling Ana's cunt as he pumped deep into her warm pussy.When the guy left, Ana just stared at me through the window with her hungry eyes, as she wiped off semen dripping from her pussy.Five minutes later the second guy came in. He was a muscular Latino type, who seemed to be well hung also.Once he got naked, I saw he was sporting. He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth was electric. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. He thought they already looked like lovers with the look that revealed easy familiarity of each others body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to others as it appeared to him."I'm going to be late." she said with a touch of annoyance.He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness.