The young man leaned in, burying his face into her crotch. She kept her pussy lips smoothly shaven, although she had a close-cropped patch of dark pub...c hair just over it. The hair on her head was blonde, styled in an undercut bob, the left side hanging down to her cheek, but her right cut very close.The young man dutifully ate out the older woman, performing exactly how she wanted. After all, she had spent several weeks in training him in the proper procedures when she first hired him. Despite. It wasn’t long before the entire party rode under the portcullis and into the royal keep. After that, each member of the hunting group went his separate way, and Henry returned to his private quarters, with the lovely Samantha in tow. Henry was not a happily married man. His wife, Catherine of Aragon, was a cold, distant woman. She had actually been married to Henry’s brother, Arthur. But upon his death, only a year after the marriage, it was decided that Catherine would now wed Henry. Henry. I must make him happy. I must let him see and do what he longs to do. The words "feel and fondle" excited me. What did my son have in mind? What does he want to "feel and fondle"?I got mildly thrilled and remained so the whole day, eagerly waiting for my son to come home. That evening I wore a short skirt and a form-fitting blouse that emphasized my big forward bulging breasts. I left the blouse unbuttoned at the top to show ample cleavage and waited eagerly.When my son came home, he greeted. I have my own stick, and I'll leave the spikes up to you."I don't have any questions right now, but I am sure that some will come up. I am unreservedly on your side, so any questions will be in the nature of simply looking for information to help us work together better." Great, that's all I have for here. Let's go to the shooting range and work there for a while. I would like to show off a bit, and I am sure that you would like to show me what you can do. That's where I picked up my.