‘Join us for the feast tonight. We need to talk.’ Duncan bowed to the young lady, then her father and rode away ignoring the titters and whispers...father back in the stands. After seeing to his horse, collecting his winnings and doffing his coat of chain mail armor, Duncan watched the rest of the sword tournament from his encampment. When that winner was declared, he washed up and changed into dark baggy trews tucked into his boots and his best red bliaut tunic. Though slightly faded with use,. Dûrthéod spoke again, the dangerous authority in his voice restored. “Thank you for your help.” He paused, and despite the blindfold she could feel a dangerous grin spread across his face. “She seemed to handle that without too much difficulty. How many more are waiting outside? Twenty or so? Let’s get them in here all at once.”Twenty? Impossible! I can’t... “No!” she shrieked in protest, trying but failing to struggle to her feet, instead tumbling backward. Someone caught her head a moment. ’ They began kissing and cuddling again, their mutual excitement mounting. Louise guided Dorothy’s hand down to her flowing cunt and showed her how to stroke her. She opened her legs to allow better access, and Dorothy stuck a long, slender finger into Louise’s pussy. Dorothy got between Louise’s thighs, and began gently kissing her pussy, running her tongue up and down the labial folds. She found the taste to be bland and musky, and thoroughly enjoyable. Louise was sighing and moaning now, and. "I figured...I'd try to get more comfortable," I said with a sly grin. "Comfortable, eh? Well that's fine." He was sitting in the living room watching TV. I figured I'd come in and join him. My dad and I were very close, so spending time with each other wasn't new. I walked in the living room and I look at him. He was sitting on the sofa stroking his huge cock right infront of me! My pussy started to get wet automatically. "Hey, daddy," I said as I sat down next to him. He didn't stop playing.