You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to...live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the keyword.Marching in during the dead of night, the Tyrant King's army sacked the village. Creatures from. She began fantasizing about her son Dennis's cock in her as she slid herdildo in and out of her, faster and faster. "Oh Yea" she called out as hercunt muscles clamped down around her dildo and started to spasm, as it wasslid in and out of her. She was having her second orgasm of the morning"Ungh Ungh Ya Ya Mgghfffff" she grunted. The underside of her thighs shooklike jello with her ensuing orgasm."That was a nice way to start my day" she said to herself, as she got out ofher bed and headed in. It’s only ham, potatoes with onions and vegetables.”Lauren and Jim sat at the kitchen table, Lauren giggling as her mother turned her back.“Where do you go to school, Jim?” asked her mother.“In Thun. There’s a boys school there. I’ve been there since I was about fourteen”“That’s nice. Do you enjoy it?”“It’s fine. Before that, we were in India where my father had to work.”“Really? What does he do?” asked Lauren“He’s a banker. They opened an office in New Delhi and he headed one of their. I guess I was always so focused on the visual attraction of a woman's vagina that I never knew that I was subconsciously aroused by a woman's scent. I was a little stunned at how quickly I became aroused, and she loved watching my reaction. She added that to her repertoire of tricks to get my cock's attention and going forward she would randomly place her fingers to my face with the smell of her pussy emanating off of them.We both loved talking about masturbation, and would routinely discuss.