I WANT HIS HEAD!" Harold screamed.But the man was nowhere to be found.The evening meal — which was undercooked — was held without the king being p...esent, a fact that was remarked on by all at the high table. Brother Charles (he couldn't think of himself as being a father, not this way) felt that he should go and offer support.As he approached the king's chambers he was stopped by the guards. "I wouldn't go in there, Father; he's still in a foul mood. But his colour's changed — he's only light. Feel ... very ... nice on you." I gasped and put my tongue into her ear."Should I let you get into your mother's panties, I wonder? If it were Hans, I might be tempted, but wouldn't have the nerve." she giggled. and I squeezed the wonderful full cheeks of her ass and pressed her body tight against my cock.We got back into the car and I boldly took her back into my arms. She came along easily and I enjoyed her tongue fondling mine. I slipped my hand into her bra and felt her nipple for the first. “Welcome again everyone, thanks for coming. We have a new model today and I think you’ll all agree it’s good to have a change. Okay, Mark, come in.”And in walked Kirsty’s father. Completely naked.She let out a small gasp and everyone in the room looked at her, including her father, who’s face registered a horrifying mixture of shock, embarrassment and anger.He had an incredible body for a man of 45. Broad, developed chest muscles, strong toned armed and respectable set of abs. At first, Kirsty. I began to rub my clit as my mind once again wandered to the image on the clock. Id didn’t take long as my wet hole began to drip down the crack of my ass and over my sensitive sphincter. I began to see the swirling paint on the clock as my orgasm welled up inside. In my head I could hear the clock chime, causing my orgasm to explode. I gasped for air as my hips began to buck up and down spastically. ‘Oh God!’ I cried out as I came in a fury. In my mind the clock continued to chime and my pussy.