Karen saw the inviting gesture, and gave Sarah a nervous smile.“Sarah ... what I did the other day,” Karen said softly, “It was to help you.”�...�I know,” Sarah answered. “And don’t think I don’t appreciate it, because I do. But...”Karen saw the steam in her younger sister’s eyes. When Sarah glanced beck at her thigh, she understood, and gave her sister a small, hesitant smile. “Do you want to do it again?”“I need a bath,” Sarah whimpered, pulling her shoulders back, her firm fits pushing against. “Rest easy lad,” she murmured as her handmaidens helped her out of her gown, leaving her in naught but her shift, the lad trembled and the others gasped, they had heard tell of her beauty but now that it was in front of them, they were all speechless.“Your Majesty would you permit me to speak,” William quietly addressed his Queen.“Aye William,” she said while her hand slid to the shaft of the young lad in front of her, stroking him gently.“We have heard tell of your beauty, but it far surpasses. I shoved my hand under her skirt and started fondling her wet pussy, though it was not hairy as expected but rather shaved. I moved he strings aside and slid my finger in her hot cave! She was moaning with closed eyes; I sped up caressing her clit and fucking her hole with my finger.I started sucking her tits and biting them. I slid down and took her panties off and I saw a nice shaved pussy I started so suck it; I took my finger and started to finger her: “oh yeah harder faster oh yeah give it. And the only woman at home was my mom. I held her sarees, petticoats, bras and all close to my body to get the arousal. They were like the bodies of the women for me, I always felt I had been hugging a woman whenever I held mom’s saree or a bra. Those days I was growing to become an adult from the boy I was.But soon I started getting the images of my own mom whenever I held her cloth. However much I tried to brush aside the thoughts of her ample breasts dangling between her saree pallu, just as.