"He did not hurt you did he child?" The soft voice asked beside her.Tarifa turned her head and saw Gallais settling to the couch next to her. "I'm sor...y?" My son ... he is jothas in that way." Gallais spoke softly, "Larger than most. I've always told him to be careful."Tarifa smiled shyly when she realized what his mother was saying. She shook her head. "No Milady ... he did not hurt me." She replied. "It was the most wonderful experience of my life in that way to be honest." And that was no. But she was not one to move around the house in her altogether when I was around. Needless to say, Mom’s body was just as majestic as I remembered it to be. Her breasts were stunningly large. They were more than a handful, maybe more than two handfuls and she carried them firm and high for a woman of thirty-seven. Her slim waist and her flat stomach accentuated her tits and made them seem even more majestic. When she stepped from the shower and turned away from me to dry the front of her body. Apoint of true knowledge. Selina knew this was her true destiny. She strode to her maid, the jackboots slapping ather little legs as she moved, and began to kick her, punch her. Sneering,spitting and cumming at every touch of her hand to her clitoris.She heard ribs crack, watched the girl?s faceredden, go blue, cuts opening, blood flowing.Then she saw her sisters and mother at the door.Open mouthed and squealing???????????? Selina shakes her head as she remembers. Father had questioned her when. I think there is enough to last the entire Winter. Thankfully, he also opened up a few bottles of wine for me to sip through my trip back home. The Chianti goes well with one of his more peppery salami and the Speck too. It is more chilly now than it was a week ago. If only I can have a nice, hot, bowl of soup with the Bresaola and hot bread. A warm hand to hold would be even nicer. But I do not know if I would get that chance when I am back. If Gracie and I could get through this Winter, maybe.