It was larger than my own, and tended to fall off of either shoulder. I was constantly pulling it up. But I considered it a good trade. My own having ...een well past the condition of wearing, with travel stains and dirt and days of constant wearing it was a relief to be wearing something clean. No matter it was thread bare and too large. It was clean and fresh smelling. My slippers too had been replaced.I was feeling better, the fear had left me with the establishment of a routine. I woke, ate,. I hadn’t forgotten my plans for Westeros, of course, but I could return there at any place and time in that world. Any disruptions to my plans would be very short-lived indeed. With Cersei dead and gone, and Bernadette under my control, well, you get the idea. It also helped that the Sparrows were beaten, the High Sparrow was in the Black Cells along with Lancel Lannister and Septa Unella, and both King and Queen and House Tyrell were very much in my debt. Even Trystan and Myrcella were under. She felt it hardening and let out a purr of delight. She stood up quickly and unhooked her bra, letting her tits fall free and sliding her panties down to expose her hairy cunt to her son. She spread her lips, just as she had in the shower, and ran her fingers through her bush. Frank reached out to her and Sandra let his fingers run over her pussy. She moved closer so he could get a proper feel of his mummy’s cunt and she spread her thighs. She held his wrist palm up as he stroked her cunt. She. A short drive to check it out left her with a sense of being shifted to the hinterlands for the purpose of being forgotten.She had been getting through the increasingly long empty days recently with a generous doses of selections from her favorite wine list making her subdued enough to tolerate even the most annoying situations. Linda would be the first to admit that she had let her hair go a bit because it was so boring to keep brushing the long tresses like an endless chore for the benefit of.