.. ... so we talk for a while ... I tell you a few "naughty" things ... you, being your shy self ... and already at the library for some time, telll ...e you need to go home ... which, I already feel a little disappointed, thinking that you have to leave, {wishing I got there a bit earlier!} and sad that we couldn't get just a little more time together ... I can tell, you really don't want to leave either ... some thing is holding you there ... something! You pause at the door, and I just find. You help me push it into your tight hole, letting out a gasp as it pops all the way into your tight hole. You give me a naughty look and without you saying anything I know exactly what you want. With your toy deep inside your ass I unzip my jeans and take out my hard cock. Gently tapping your clit and rubbing your pussy with my cock I tease your wet hole, spreading your lips apart with my fingers exposing your tight creamy hole. I take the tip of my cock and rub it around your pussy hole. The. As you can see, I have been gone for 3 summers.’ ‘Aye, I can see that,’ the King rubbed his chin,’Bayard, I’ve known you for a long time and you are now what? 24 years and still not bethrothed or married?’ ‘My lord, you know I ain’t got no time on my hand for a wife, nor kids. And even if I wanted I would want to fall in love with her first.’ ‘Ahh.. ‘ Bayard was tired he had just returned from Scotland. His father betrayed the Englishman, and left for the Scotland 15 years ago. Bayard really. Next, he cupped his fingers and assed his thumb, all five digits forming a cone shape that he slowly pushed into her inch by inch. When he reached the point where his knuckles stood at the edge of her pussy lips, he started moving his hand hack and forth, literally fucking her with a ‘hand cock’ that was three inches across. He kept this up until his entire hand and wrist were covered in her natural lube. That accomplished, he gave one massive shove, Cynthia crying in pain, as his knuckles.