Moving in today – thats why the activity in the courtyard below. My hand, naturally, went straight to my cock….stroking. Trailing behind her was a...girl, about 7 or so, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, same body shape, just smaller – you couldnt miss it was her daughter. Mom had on blue jeans, and a jacket, her daughter had on a knee length flowery dress, for spring, and was twirling like a dancer in the courtyard, while her mom kept saying, come on Nancy we dont have time for that today. I liked. First out of the blocks were an 'association' of Spanish anarchists with the remnant of the Greek Thessaloniki. Variously dubbed the 'Montseny' or 'Zaragoza' column, they were still fuming over the treatment of the Greeks outside Newbury town. These 'Montsenys' were reluctant to join the Black Guard because of the perception it was dominated by Russians. Instead, they armed themselves from their friends at Iberica with the very latest Gonzaga 'autorifles' and set out for a little payback.Their. I worked my wet tongue all over my son’s hard cock. I began to bob up and down on his shaft as fast as I could, sucking as hard as possible. I am very good at giving head and I knew my sons would not last long, which is what I wanted. I could just imagine how happy Ryan must have been to look down at his mom's blonde head going up and down on his hard, wet cock. He began to run his fingers through my long blonde hair. "Oh yeah mom. Suck it! Suck my fucking cock. Look at me mom, I wanna see my. You have more pain and humiliation to endure, but if you do that there will be pleasure too.”“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” “You may look up Slave,” she said.I raised my head as she stood up. She was holding a riding crop. It was long, thin, and had a wider leather flap at the tip. She looped the end of the crop over her wrist and started to unbutton her blouse. She slipped it from her shoulders and it fell in a soft heap on the floor. Her bra was black with an opaque lace mesh that partly.