“Of course…he’ll be so happy”, replied Charles with a laugh.All four men were a few feet from each other. There was an awkward moment. Fathers...and sons looked at each other. All had very stiff rods. Charles’s father, another barrister, was tall and had a handsome face. He was taller and thinner than Lord A and Adrian admired his full ass. Roger Hunter, Charles’s father, even made an erotic gesture at Adrian. It was obvious that the Athertons and the Hunters were going to mate, somehow…After a. So long I'd waited, since that first time and he, and we...The edge of orgasm was fading as he pulled out again, mushroom engorged head nearly slipping out but poised over my wet, dripping entrance. My body was flushed, blood rushing and adrenaline spiked. I tried to maneuver my hips to get him back inside where he belonged but he held me away stubbornly. Not looking was difficult so I stared in rapture at his cock. Popping blue veins twisted across the dark surface, arousing. My pussy. Unfortunately, no male teens (who were more susceptible to her charms) got to dream of fucking her and lived to tell the tale of it.In fact, hardly anyone (be it male or female) had a wet dream about the queen out for fear of their life. The reason being was that the queen maintained her beauty by sucking the blood of young boys and girls, sometimes older ones if they were good-looking enough. By this constant flow of life-blood, she retained her glorious looks. So whenever she got wind of. And slightly inserted the head my cock into hers and then started to move back and forth. Very soon I increased my pace. I jerked her and she shouted very badly, now I was giving her these jerks and started to kiss her again, she signaled me to suck her boobs so I again started to kiss, lick and suck her water melons. I was taking her boobs in my mouth one by one, again and again, soon I was about to cum. And I after a few strokes in cummed inside her and she also had another orgasm and now.