If I needed a reason to leave West Monroe, it was my bratty little sister. I loved her, and would do everything in my power to protect her, but that d...dn’t make her any less annoying.“Fine,” she said, glaring at me.“Elizaveta Petrovna, I could change my mind,” Mom said sternly.“Sorry, Mom,” Liz replied, quickly dropping her tone.I finished my juice and went to brush my teeth. I was back in the kitchen a minute later, got my keys from the hook on the wall, kissed my mom goodbye, and headed out. I wish you to write from time to time to the captains in charge of the two vessels so as to keep them on the alert." And the steamboat?" She is at Chalons?" Yes." The same orders for her as for the two sailing vessels." Very good." When you have purchased the estate I desire, I want constant relays of horses at ten leagues apart along the northern and southern road." Your excellency may depend upon me." The Count made a gesture of satisfaction, descended the terrace steps, and sprang into his. Mother kneeled between my legs licking me from my balls all the way up the underside of my prick before engulfing my cockhead with her mouth. I laid back in the chair with my legs spread as wide as possible while my mother suckled my cock finally bringing me to an exquisite orgasm. I know my mother was in need of a good cum but I took her by the hand leading her to her own bedroom.There we found her father on his back on the big bed with Wendy straddling him riding Grandpa Jack's seven inch. The sign said, 'breakfast special every day ... even today.'I found that a very witty idea, so I stopped the trike. I sat at the counter, since the place was full and I didn't want to take up a whole table just for me."What'll it be?' the young black woman asked."I think I'll just have your breakfast special," I answered."You want bacon or sausage?" she asked."Sausage sounds good," and it did sound good. I actually knew what both of them were."Grits or hash browns?" she asked."Hash browns," I.