You have only a basic grasp of the concepts. You should be better able to control your immediate environment," the duke replied."After supper, I would...like to practice your combat magic, if you are up to it. It sounds like you are doing well, but I want to see for myself the level you are at," the duke finished as they entered the dining room.Berandal bowed slightly as the duke and his son entered the room. The duchess was already seated at the table. Soon, everyone was seated and was enjoying. I was born in 1965, a product of my mother's first ever tryst with her father. When I was young, I used to sit her her warm lap and listen to her tell me long stories of how Grandpa would bend her over and take her pregnant pussy whenever he felt like it, squeezing her hard, milk-filled tits in his calloused hands, and making her scream his name over and over in her ecstasy. She was so beautiful, and so full of life and vitality, and I can still remember the wondrous sensation of sucking her. She looked almost ludicrous sitting there, the other side of the dildo jutting from her pussy like a glass cock. ‘So what are you going to do? Jill yourself at me?’ I asked. Chrissie bit her lower lip. ‘I can’t get it out,’ she said. ‘Tell me another one. Do you really think I’d fall for that?’ I said. ‘Damn it, Erica! I’m serious! I can’t get it out!’ I rolled my eyes. ‘You stupid bimbo. It’s really stuck in there?’ Chrissie’s eyes were actually wet. ‘Yes! Quit standing there and help me get. Most of the time her panties were too tight, and her pussy lips would peek out the sides. Her kitchen was tight so as she was bending over I would have to slide against her tight ass with a hard cock to get my coffee cut. I know she could feel my manhood pressing up against her tight pussy cause she would let out a soft moan as my hard cock through my mesh shorts pressed up against her tight panties. This back and forth went on for a few weeks and one day Jane asked what time I was going to be.