You know why Sal hates me so much, don't you? Because of you — Sal wanted you so bad and you chose me.They gave you the choice — see, they knew to... and were running a book on it. And you chose my room. God, my heart sang that first night. I never touched you. I wasn't game, thought I'd frighten you away.But then I heard you. Do you remember? You were crying, trying to do it silently, but I heard you. And I held you and stroked you, soothed and caressed you till you slept.Tonight this room seems. .. fucking ..... God!" she screamed as Michael's tongue lapped at her aching pussy, sending feeling through her that she had never known and was enjoying for the first time in her life. Her wonderful son was showing hr a wonderful new world of love and sex. Even though she knew it was wrong, there was no getting past the fact that she now belonged to Michael. Michael continued to lap at her panties and Mom's blossoming clit, but he needed more and he jerked down her panties. . All of a sudden I got this feeling of being watched and I turned my head to notice a small group of boys watching us. Without thinking I moved to one side so they can get a better view of my wife bent over the wall with her pussy and arsehole fully exposed. A couple of the boys got their phones out and took some photos. Anne heard the cameras click, and she stood up turning round quickly not thinking to hold her jacket over her, so she ended up exposing her boobs for them as well, and we heard. Their rare stops along the way were met with devoted offerings from the common folk of food and liquid refreshment including the ale that Sir Roland drank like water consumed by normal folk. He never seemed to be tipsy no matter how much he consumed and she marveled at the way his fighting skills appeared to improve when he was well lubricated with the strong brew of the home-grown variety.Rowena did her best to concentrate on her plans for intercepting the Sheriff’s collection wagon on its way.