I lean forward, my hips finding the right pace and making sure I take every inch of you with every sensual second.I study your features as I watch you...moan for me. I place my hand over your cheek, and ever so gently press your head into the pillow. It’s a way to show dominance over you, but also a loving act.I watch the pulse bounding in your artery, mesmerized as I pound you with my needy pussy. My tongue traces over your neck, feeling that beautiful rapid pulse and the taste of salt from your. She was born when her mother and I were only sixteen years old. For the most part, she lived a normal life and was even a fairly well-behaved c***d, up until her last year of high school. Her grades plummeted, she began partying too frequently, hanging out with too many boys (doing the same things her mother did at that age, I'm sure), and fighting with her mom.The fighting was the reason she moved in with me. Neither one of them could stand the other any longer. My relationship with my. I wondered, what kind of reaction a concubine in her first grey shift would provoke in these people?I sat down at the diner’s counter and a middle-aged waitress, without asking, set a cup and saucer before me, and poured coffee. “Thanks,” I said, “You read my mind.”She smiled, showing off the deepest, cutest dimples I had ever seen. “You’re welcome. Have you decided what you want?”I felt myself blush, which surprised me. “I guess I’ll just have the corned beef hash and a side of pancakes,. They had actually seen my family more than me because they could travel while I was tied to what I was trying to do.I was reacquainted with all my sisters and half sisters. Dagmar was producing an heir for the Franks and especially for Egill. Egill's father was quite frail now. He was hesitant to see me and I thought that was a good idea because when Egill gained his crown, Dagmar would bring some enlightenment to the people.Brigitte and Gudrun were my sisters and both were now married. Their.