‘My lord, t’is an honor.’ ‘Thy may rise, my lady. What is thy name?’ ‘Magadalena, thou majesty.’ ‘Maiden Magdalena, what bringest thy ...ere to my presence?’ ‘Tithings from my village, my lord. Thy toured it last month. I watched thy from my room window as thy rode thou horse through the streets.’ ‘Aye, yes, I remember thee. Thy were dressed in white withal a blue satin shawl wrapped around thou shoulders. Thou tresses so light draped o’er thou shoulders in waves.’ ‘My lord, thy sawest me?’ ”Twas. I was amazed at how aroused she was. Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for nineteen years and had never seen evidence of her feelings for me nor recognized the depths of her sensuality filled me with a sense of wonder.Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening, toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her tongue went wild. Myhair was long and reached nearly to my waist so itwould take a while to dry it with the motel hair dryer.Using another towel to wrap around my body, I walkedout of the bathroom to where Uncle Drew was waiting histurn to shower. “Okay Uncle Drew, your turn, but couldyou look at my legs, they hurt like all get out fromclimbing the slide ladder?”My uncle told me to hope up on the table where he wasseated and reading the motel books of places to eat inthe surrounding area. Without. I felt my drooling cock-head touch her velvety-soft labia, then slip inside her as she sank downward, sliding a wet sheath of fertile flesh down around my stiff penis.“Oh, fuck...!” I gasped, feeling the helmet of my dick touch her cervix; I looked into her eyes—the eyes of a mother, compassionate and loving—and exploded deep inside her.“Oh god...!” I grunted, suddenly grasping her hips and thrusting upward; she took my thrusts—groaning slightly as my sperm squirted into her belly—and I felt.