"Well, I did see what book she took with her to read just now. If she's as much a nut for King Arthur as you are, it's no wonder you've fallen for he...," Cindy smirked."Hey, she is English, after all. Arthurian lore is kind of her wheelhouse," Dave laughed."So how exactly do you know her? Traveling back to Camelot or some such bullshit?" Hah! As I was trying to say earlier, she's studying abroad, originally from England," Dave replied, hoping she'd buy it this time."Major?" Biology, focusing. I never thought I would ever be this close to anyone in my entire life. While many of my friends have grown apart from their mothers, it seems to me that I have only gotten closer to mine. Some people would say that our closeness is not a healthy relationship for me, I do not really give a shit what they think or say. I truly believe that if you can not share all your secrets and your worries with your family then who the heck can you share it with. When it comes to supporting me in everything. “Let’s not be so coy, shall we?” I grabbed her wrist and brought it onto my cock, placing it firmly on the middle of my shaft. “I’m sure you remember him from our old days in college.” I looked at her face and saw her blush, her timid hand still resting on my cock. She bit her lip and then inhaled deeply, slowly squeezing my fat cock through my pants. “Oh my god, I almost forgot how big you were.” I set my drink down on the coffee table and made myself at home. Clearly, this was going to. Nevertheless, one more treat was in store for them, as the third soldier approached Annemie’s's naked backside. They all knew that this man had short but unusually thick fingers. Not bothering with the jar of lube, he placed the blunt tip of his fat finger against Annemie's already greased up asshole and shoved it forward mightily. The tormented woman let out a yell, a long, drawn out "aaaaahhh!"… The men watched in fascination as her small, puckered anus stretched to accommodate the huge.