We two were watching TV. she again asked what were you staring at me in the kitched. I felt little shy. She said its OK. with little daringly i said y...ur breast. She just smiled said its OK. Its common in this age. she made me comfortable. But the incest feeling increased in me. Afterthis we had regular talk. andWhile watching the TV she fell in to the sleep in the Hall itself. Only me and my sister are there and her kid is also sleeping.She didnt tied her sary to the jacket so the sary slided. ”“Really?” she asks. “Like what?”“First off,” he states. “Bad little girls make proper little whores. Hmm. Just what I thought... clean your juices from my fingers you dirty little training slut.”While talking to Taylor, the stranger had reached under her skirt to find that she was recently shaved, and rubbed her pussy lips gently to get his fingers wet with pussy juice. Then he fingered inside her pussy a little bit to find out she was also recently fucked.“What a good slut you are.” He tells. Stupid. Heather was a peasant. Daughter of a drunkard. Owned by the Duke. Sam ... Sam was a strong, brilliant woman. She had crossed two continents. Crossed between worlds, by pure will, and the love for this man. And, he ... he had survived on this world, the only man, for a year. He was strong. Heather could see that. He was a fitting companion for a woman such as Sam. They would be happy...She almost dropped to her knees. Almost cried. Almost did everything that proved she was unworthy of. A spasm of desire seized her and she grunted. "Yes! Yes, Danny!" She lowered her face, her mouth opening widely to envelop his cockhead.Her son pumped his hips slowly, his shaft sliding freely between the foamy surfaces of her boobs and his cockhead rubbing a path along the roof of her mouth to the arch of her throat. The tip of her tongue jabbed into his slit, exploring the quivering walls, and she sucked frantically. He pumped faster, a recurrent tremor betraying his growing agitation. Helen.