"Miri," he repeated and drew his hand through her hair. "As in the village in the north?" "Ye...yes," she nodded and pulled her hair over one of her e...rs, "I...I was born there, my lord." "Miri, it was conquered by my father," he announced and she flinched as the words cut in to her frightened soul, "do not be afraid Miri," he comforted her, "When my father passes, your people will be my people, and my people will be your people." He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head to his. I was hoping to find a place on or near a golf course. I wanted to die like Bing Crosby, out on the course, dropping dead doing something I really loved doing.But I guess it was not to be, at least not in the way I had hoped at that time. One day my wife came home from work complaining of severe headaches. Even though I had retired, my wife continued to work because she really loved her job. And being self-employed, she saw no reason to stop.At first we thought her headaches were a return of. I stayed out of their way for the last few minutes as they finishedloading the van, turned off the lights, locked the door behind them,and drove off. Then I turned the lights back on started exploring thehouse.There was a living room, with sofas and chairs and a bookcase, some ofwhose contents looked interesting, but no TV. The TV was in a den thatseemed to be a converted garage. There were also four bedrooms. Themaster bedroom and the boys' bedrooms were easily identifiable from thedecor,. Then it twitched and began to stiffen. I kept at it and before too long I got it about half hard, then he withdrew.COME BACK!Some rumbling and chatter and soon the BBC came back through the front hole. I went down on him and became familiar with his size and girth and taste and before too long I was pinching my tits and huffing my poppers and really enjoying servicing this amazing cock. He moaned a lot and I moaned a lot. I started power sucking him and I heard him say “Yay! Pinch my tits!!”.