I just wanted to make sure you didn't have the wrong impression. Yes, we're cousins, but there's absolutely no blood between us. Now that doesn't mean...we're not family though, cause family is much more than just blood after all, ya know." She rambles again as you try to take in your new surroundings.You find yourself in some sort of entryway. The ceiling is super high up, and there's a second floor bacony overlooking the two of you that is currently empty of onlookers. There is a couple. Her legs were a bit more open. I thought I could maybe see the outline of her slit. I wanted to touch her thighs and untie the strings. My cock was rock hard again. My eyes traveled up to her young breasts again then to her face.Fuck. She was looking directly at me. I looked away nervously and I heard her giggle. I stood up hoping my erection wasn’t obvious. She looked over her sunglasses directly at my crotch.“Not bad for an older man,” she said with a naughty grin. I fled the area.Over the. I started to rationalise it to myself. This was probably better. Wynne wasn't wrong in thinking love was a distraction. And I'd been right when I thought that Alistair would need a noblewoman to try to have babies with, as heir to the throne. He couldn't be tied to some crazy non-Fereldan. We'd both been fooling ourselves to think that we ever had a chance. It was better that we came to terms with that now, and avoided any future problems.The thought didn't stop the trickle of tears from. This will hurt, but you'll learn a lesson."Susanne bravely bends over my lap indeed, where I sit at the terrace in the front of her small flowery garden.Susanne bravely hikes her tennis skirt up, revealing her white bums, which were never really kissed by the sun. Susanne first feels my left hand, rythmically switching from left to right in sets of six at each side. Next I caress.Susanne obediently gets up at her feet to fetch from her kitchen some useful utensils like a large wooden.