‘Bring my breakfast to me here, after you and Robin have eaten.’ Margarethe ate her breakfast slowly. It was still hot when Jenny brought it to he..., and she savored it, as Dread Sovereign kept her stride through the waves now breaking before her. Still time to secure, but less than Margarethe had hoped. Still and all, she thought, we should get through all shipshape and Bristol-fashion. Nothing like an old cliché. Breakfast done, galley and crockery cleaned and secured, emergency food. A wide, corner one came free and I stepped inside, but as I was about to close the door, she stepped through, pushing it closed behind her and clicking the lock shut."You looked like you might need a hand, or something." she smile, that gorgeous smile, her eyes flicking down to my tented swimming shorts.I muttered something incoherent and she laughed, and dropped to her knees. Her hands grabbed the waist band of my shorts and tugged then down, my cock springing out level with her face. There. She looks at me with her piercing brown sparkling eyes. When our eyes meet she gives me a disarming smile.My guess she is twelve to fourteen. Her blue blouse stands out from her chest confirming she has interesting small orange sized breasts. Her jeans are molded to her bum and legs suggesting a thin beautiful well-toned body. Mr. Happy starts stirring. A small bell tingles in the kitchen and she disappears returning with my meal.“Enjoy your meal Mister. Mom is a good cook.”“Hi, please no. "I hear things are going well in Emertland. What are you doing here?" Is Eslada alright?" Jorgarn said."She's fine," Gorin said puzzled."Are you certain?" Jorgarn insisted."I'm positive," he said. "I saw her not long ago. She asked me to contact Melodart and see if he is able to accompany her to Emertland. I won't be able to travel for another few days. She wants to leave immediately. The Princess' ascension is near."Jorgarn rolled his eyes."Yes, I know," he said. "So she is permitted to.
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