The ancient 'Maison de Maitre' I was currently restoring the interior of was owned by a recently divorced woman of around 40 years old, attractive and...if i'm honest pretty fit in every respect. Sometimes she was around to keep an eye on progress, whilst at others away on shopping trips or visits of a more personal nature, if you get my meaning.I was in the middle of the mess that would soon be transformed into a slightly modernised homage to its original constructors. The work table was along. This was fantastic.'ok if you what' i said grining.mum was sitting back on the oppisite sofa in her bikini i was sat the cock out so horny but pretty nervous, i opend my legs alittle and reached down to my cock holding it in my right hand.Mum sat the eyes wide open looking down and my dick. I gently stroked it and it didnt take no more that 3 strokes for me to fill it bursting hard. So i let go of it and sat back.'holly shit' 'thats huge!!''no its not' i replied back embarased.'it is' one of. That ain’t your gun.”“Fuck you,” the second guard spat. “I don’t want your sloppy seconds.”“Suit yourself.”Francesco could tell the man was close. His cock was like steel in his ass now, and he could barely keep from moaning like a bitch in heat.The man grunted and pushed a few more times. Francesco felt warm cum pouring down his balls the soonest the guy withdrew. “Man, I blew a huge load,” the guard bragged and smacked his ass again.“Screw this, let me do him, too,” the second guard. The battle was knownas the First Doric Raid. She and I have been companions for so long Ican't remember life without her!"Darla: "Is this true Annie?"Annie sighed: "Aye 'tis true, but brag Annie does not! Just war storiesthey are. To serve only my most precious Darla, my Queens and theCouncil of Elders would be my heart's content! Please don't be mad atAnnie. "Misty: "Yea, well you may not like to brag but denying who you reallyare is quite another story. Annie we all love you dearly, but.