We went to invite Zuela’s parents to dinner, too. After I repeated the story yet again, they promised to be there. As usual, the priest was happy to...perform the ceremony and get a free meal.A kid goat was already cooking when we got home. I was glad I didn’t have to slaughter it. I spent enough time keeping them safe. We always use the young males for meat. We breed the females, both to increase the herd, to provide milk for cheese, and milk for the curdled goat milk we drink. Once the males. " Okay," I said, wondering why she had brought up our mothers. I knew my mother enjoyed my dick. I wondered if her mother could enjoy a dick. Thinking of all that pink she wore, I wondered if Brenda Martin's bedroom was pink. I asked, "Is your mother's bedroom pink?" Oh no, her room is all gold and wood. She just wears pink." Do you know, does your mother enjoy your father's dick?" I asked."Oh yes but there is something I have to tell you about that. You see my dad is the family dick,". There was no getting away. As he slid his tongue inside and out of my hot and fire hot pussy I knew it wouldn't be long til I came all over his face. It took all I had not to look him in the eyes or grab the back of his head and shove his face all up in my pussy. I didn't want my ex to think I was enjoying being eaten out more by Johnny than him, but nobody had ever eaten my pussy the way he did. I was enjoying every minute of it. Apparently my ex was too because I could hear him breathing. If only that would happen to him!Utterly oblivious as enemies scaled the walls of his family's home, Marcus rolled onto his back with a delighted squeal. He kicked his soft little legs in the air, dreaming of the day a beautiful lady in armor would sweep his body up in her arms and hold him tight. The thought made him blush even hotter, and he felt a naughty twitching in his dick.By now the assailants were sweeping the castle. The few soldiers left on duty immediately surrendered, giving up.