Pooja: I have no options. What else can I do?Me: Any of your friends live nearby?Pooja: No.Me: You can come to my place. My roommate has gone out on a...trip with his friends. So, no issue with beds.Pooja: No!Me: Why?Pooja: No, I’ll manage.Me: Ok, then I will come along with you to drop.Pooja: Are you mad?Me: Yes.(Pooja was thinking for some time.)Pooja: Ok.Me: Ok for what?Pooja: Your place.Me: Good decision!Then we started walking towards my apartment. We were talking about life, projects,. Who knew the old coot was a heretic? The account of the Tyrants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity.I shivered as I waited. It was spring, but the nights were still cold. It seeped into my body as doubts crept into my mind; nothing was going to happen. This wasn't going to work—the Tyrants were just a myth. Nothing more than. I also know that Katrina is your daughter, that you and her mother loved each other but she had to marry a man of wealth, that her father gave her no choice. I also know you have never loved another woman but her. The old Duke never knew of his wife's love for you, he also never knew that Katrina was not his child. Drapper walked to the window and looked out into the gardens, he took a deep breath, Collin waited "and the other two letters?" Drapper asked quietly not looking at Collin. "The one. I saw the flesh ripple and flush pink and heard her moan. Slowly, Michael passed his large, unprotected cock head up and down her wet slit. Her labia opened like a flower in bloom as he slipped inside. She moaned again as he sank deeper."Mmmmm, she feels nice and warm, man. She's got a real hot cunt!"I would have liked to agree with him, but it had been so many weeks since I had experienced my wife's charms that I had almost forgotten.Starting slowly, Mike began to saw his giant appendage in.