Seriously?’ Michael asked in shock. ‘Yes Michael.’ Bree whispered and smiled. ‘I…trust you. It’s weird and I know I don’t really know y...u but I trust you. Please…don’t hurt me okay?’ All Michael could do was nod as she stole another kiss and walked to the door. When she got to the door she yelled out. ‘Tonight. Midnight. The first two days ends. Stage two. Don’t argue!’ Then with a giggle she shut the door and was gone. Michael spent the day just enjoying the afternoon. He had no practice. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom’s lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother’s glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch. I cannot believe you helped him pussy out.Yes because running away and screaming at everyone was making things so much better.He felt better, he felt in control. He doesn’t need to not feel in control.And he is in control. Sometimes we don’t need to grip everything with an iron fist to control it. We head back towards home and we’re not super late but the scene with the two of us coming home at the same time has Mom’s attention. She wants to talk but I’m all talked out right now, not really I. He came out of nowhere, a naked mad man wielding a long curved scimitar. He struck one of Queen Gregoria's mounted bodyguards with a slash so powerful that it went cut right through the chain mail armor below his breastplate. The guard dropped from his horse, in his own blood before he could even reach for his sword. The horseman next to him pulled out his sword but the naked warrior ducked under his horse to appear on the other side. Before the rider could transfer the sword to the other hand.