After Julie’s announcement, the innkeeper floated around us during our entire meal, and he couldn’t have been more helpful in rushing the servers ...round. We were all pleased when he explained they had already fed our men. A supply wagon had returned from Heraldsburg during the night, stocked with enough food for our little detachment. Fortunately, Count Vee had paid for all of it, which made me think he was buttering me up for a favor. When I asked Zetia’s opinion on the subject, she looked at. Then without a moments noticed he said, “If you only knew” and he gave a hard deep thrusts of his cock right in my ass. I starting screaming and all the while kept saying with every other thrust, “I knew you were a screamer” I was begging for it, “more, harder, faster.” Then he stopped. I started going crazy because I was on the verge of cumming. I turned around and was about to slap him across the face when he grabbed my hand and pushed me on the bed. He quickly maneuvered himself on top of me. I started to pass her, but she held out her arm and motioned for me to stop.I pulled up beside her and stopped.“Do you want to go for a ride?” she asked from her seated position behind the steering wheel.“But you’re married,” I replied.“So?” she quickly shot back. “Married women have needs just like single women.”Damn.“I don’t want to cause any issues,” I replied.“Oh dear,” she shot back, “I don’t think you could or would cause any issues that I can’t handle.”As she spoke, she pushed her oval. I gasped as my futa-mother thrust my thighs apart, exposing my shaved pussy dripping with girl-spunk. I had the loads of three futas in me, all who paid the college $150 for the right to use my twat. To enjoy my barely legal pie. My futa-mother buried her face into it and feasted on the creampie I'd prepared for her.I didn't know I had, but it felt so right to do this as her tongue lapped through my folds I gasped and moaned, savoring her tongue licking and lapping up my slit. She gathered the.