A hand on my daughter's pussy would be difficult to explain. A tongue in her pussy would be impossible. I shushed her in between probes of her love tu...nel. "Quiet, baby," I whispered. "We don't want Mommy to interrupt our game."Cindy stifled her moans but continued to thrust her crotch against my mouth. Her thrusts became more frantic as she neared her orgasm. I sucked her clit gently into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. The stimulation pushed Cindy over the edge. Her cries. Supposedly, the Danish were approaching on the city, and the mercenaries were to head them off while the citizens manned the walls and gates. After a two-day march north, they encountered another troop of mercenaries, these under Danish flag. They were of equal strength, and for three days, the two groups had a stand-off. By this time, field pieces had been summoned from Lubeck, and the Chief Gunner took it upon himself to subject the Danish to a veritable cannonade. One or two cannonballs even. With rage in hiseyes he charged into the house, brushing me aside like a bug as he madestraight for my mother. Howling with anger, he reached for her, but Marysent him sprawling when she merely stuck out her foot and tripped him.Just as he got up, I saw Bruce out of the corner of my eye, watching ashe walked in the house just as dad stood up. Dad drew his fist back,ready to strike my mother, but Bruce grabbed him from behind and pulledhard, sending dad to the floor again. As he looked up and. I could immediately smell the womanly scents that emminated from her room, and I could see the silky lingerie that hung from her bedposts. She had a large antique vanity that stood at the foot of her bed on top of which were an assortment of body oils and lotions, along with her cosmetics, that I thought she needed very little of, as her beauty was so natural.Her room was full of antique furniture, but one piece that really caught my eye was a rather large wooden horse that looked to have been.