A second later,he leaned forward for the remote and his hair swept forward so that Icould see his shirt. I couldn't recognize it immediately, it wasn'... likeany that I could remember seeing him in, yet for some reason it wasstrangely familiar. It was brown, and strangely shiny. When leaned back,pointed the remote towards the TV and I saw the sleeve, I remembered whereI'd seen it."He's wearing your blouse, isn't he?" I said, turning to my mother."You must realize he didn't bring any of his. At almost fifteen years old she had a pretty good set of jugs started, taking after her well built mother for sure. Her pussy hair had been trimmed along the edges, with my razor no doubt.She got up on my bed, facing the headboard, and stood there like a dog. I moistened my middle finger in her pussy, which startled her. Then I slowly slipped my middle finger into her tight little asshole. My wife told her to relax her butt and that it would feel better. Once I had it all the way in I started. “I’ve heard good things about your massages, Stefan,” she says, “so I expect even better.” I gulp, and say I’ll give it all I’ve got. “Please relax, and let go completely, ma’am,” I tell her. “You’re in safe hands.” She grunts her aye, facing down. I always start at the head, and work my way to the toe, leaving the private areas usually, since most people don’t want you placing your fingers down there. I usually check with them to be sure as I cross the Bermuda Triangle as I call it. I pour a. ”“But the wealth and glory, Xera,” Minx protested, her sapphire eyes so wide. “Think about it. We'll be the High Queen's most trusted servants. Angela will reward us with gold, titles, positions of authority, whatever we want.” Minx's head shot to me. “Right?”“I guess,” I said, my mouth dry. Did I want that? To rule? The sword hummed in its sheath at my side, almost demanding that I make that choice. But was it something I wanted? Did I want to be queen of the known world?I could make it.