The odor of our lovemaking was very strong with my face down there. "I don't know, let me catch my breath." she then asked, "How was it for you?" "Exc...ting, in a very nasty way." I said."I understand that," she said. "It turns me on so much seeing you suck me after we fuck. It's so nasty! I won't swallow your stuff, but you'll swallow mine and yours. This time it must have been a little gross after it was in me all night. I can really smell it, but you don't seem to mind." "I just want to make. She was considering punching him in the stomach, or perhaps the stones, in order to get her hand back.“Perhaps,” the man said slowly. “It would be more poignant to ask: Who will you die for, Kyra Lightwing? What will you die for?” That brought her up short. She had never really considered it. The man continued. “Will you die of hunger, bound to a post as a prisoner? Or will you die at a place and time of meaning and purpose?”Kyra frowned up at him, momentarily forgetting her mother, so close. Her corset was the most effective whalebone and with added muscle power from the waiting maids they soon had her less than hourglass figure fully contained.The glass slippers were a bit much but she wanted to show off her painted toenails that were done by an Italian artist with the most talented tongue who specialized in the painting of exquisite miniatures.The gown was actually her grandmother's and had been in the family for many years. It was said to carry some symbolic powers that cast a. The "I'm too old for that sort of thing" spewed from her mouth. I chided her a bit, and asked: "Does everything still work?" She laughed, and responded: "Oh, yes - everything works!" We both laughed so hard, I noticed her tits jiggling. This was pretty hot to me. I was compelled to move a bit closer, but took the opportunity to excuse myself to the rest room. On return, I sat next to her, but a little closer. Our thighs were now touching. She didn't flinch or pull away, so I figured it was OK.