Castle Rooker had a design that the main doors led straight into the throne room. It was a castle of meeting, and though no king called the place home... it was kept up for ceremony by a group of dedicated clerics and protected my a garrison of troops. The town was established to help keep Castle Rooker relevant with trade and served as a halfway point between the capital and border cities. The interior of the castle was bathed in firelight. Where once the place probably sported ornate. “We had one until you came in.” Linda said wryly. She tightened her thighs slightly, squeezing me. I looked at my wife in surprise; I know I had told her that Kara was old enough not to care about us having sex, but I didn’t know she would take it to this level.“Well, I’m sorry I interrupted you crazy kids.” Kara said, directing a grin at us. “But I was a bit hungry. Can you hold off long enough until I get something from the kitchen?”“Of course honey.” Linda said, her tone light and wry. “We. I remembered seeing mum earlier in the same position and my cock started to grow. Mum put her head on my shoulder, placing her hand on my thigh, inches away from my hardening cock. The guy entered the scene his hard, long dick standing proud to attention “suck it” he said “suck my dick” and the woman dutifully obliged. Mum now had her hand on my crotch, gripping the outline of my cock through my jeans. I couldnt bare the anticipation and fumbled at the button on my jeans, pulling at the zipper.. She had remembered that week over and over again. On nights back home when she was alone, she would strip done to her black panties and finger herself with thoughts of that back room in that bar. A few months earlier, RuthAnn had been in town for a retail meeting. Forty-five years old with a preoccupied husband and an empty nest, she was pursuing a store of her own and trying to get it established. She was still slim and toned with a good rack (at least that's what her husband said). He said he.