The other two are still the results of her forbidden love to her brother. But this first child, Lyonel Baratheon, turned out like fine wine compared t... the sour vinegar that would have been Joffrey. Lyonel still has some deviant tastes, but his are purely pleasurable in nature. He has inherited the strong build his father possessed in his prime, together with his black hair and blue eyes. The biggest difference between father and son (apart from Roberts current physique shaped by alcohol and. For at least five minutes our tongues wrestle wildly with each other.The timer of the oven, wakes us from our entanglement. "Time for pom," I say and look Dave straight into his eyes. He looks back dreamily. "Good idea, I'm hungry," he replies back. Without getting dressed we sit on the balcony with a plate of pom on our bare knees. I've poured another glass of wine. We are both enjoying the evening sun, the meal, the wine and each other."Have you ever done anything with your uncle," I ask. The material sheer and close fitting to the perfect twin peaks of her breasts. Her nipples prominent, pushing against the softly yielding fabric. "Lose the blouse," I ordered. She licked her lips, unbuttoned the blouse and placed it alongside the jacket. Her breasts were beautiful scoops of flesh held in a black lace bra. Her cleavage- deep and enticing. My cock hardened and she saw it. She smiled and licked her lips again. She leant forwards never taking those green eyes from mine. Her. I could see her pussy clench and unclench as each new sensation touched her. I blew out the candle and quickly popped the clamps off her nipples flooding them with new sensations. As she cried out Master I am Cumming for you, I undid her restraints and turned her over. Retying her again spread eagled, I put a pillow under her pelvic area to raise her ass slightly. A quick sharp pop from the paddle across her cheeks, and I told her I did not yet give you permission for you to cum did I? No my.