"It's fine," he said. "You don't need to apologize. It was ... a mistake." The whole idea was a mistake," Camille said, opening the door to admit her ...on. She glanced back at the bed and changed her mind. "Let's go out front and talk."Andy nodded and led the way down the hall."The idea wasn't a bad one," Andy said, forcing himself to look at his mother's face."I'm too old for that stuff," Camille interrupted. "And I'm damned sure old enough to know better!" First of all, you're not too old for. I had been looking at her cute little butt for some time now and wanted to fuck it but knew my cock was too big to squeeze in it. I had played with it a few times with my finger. She never did complain or say anything. Sometimes in the sixty-nine position I would put my lips over it and probe it with the tip of my tongue. She would play with mine. But I would never try anything that might hurt her.“I want to cum again to get my cock soft but I don’t know how long it will take.” I told her. “I. My brother was curious about the girl, so I gave him the back history on her, and showed him some photographs, 'You never saw these if anyone asks', they were just facial, but I could see he was enamoured with what he saw, as he remarked on her astounding beauty.Later that night I sat sipping a glass of wine, I had just started drinking again, and I was looking at my brother who was watching a movie, 'You know you will get to meet her tomorrow', I said, I was watching for a reaction, and I. Marris sighed. "He thought I wanted to ... well, to use her."Mandas smirked, a gesture entirely without humor. "And we know that's not true, don't we?"Marris looked up, stricken."Oh, don't deny it. That's why you're so nervous around the slaves." I don't know what you're talking about," Marris said in a flat voice, though his eyes shimmered."Deny it if you wish. Frankly, I am not interested in the perversions of the peasantry. Most of what the peasants do disgust me as it is, so this is just.