“Was that nice son? Was it everything you expected it to be?” Meg mussed her son’s hair as his cock plopped out of her sodden twat.“It was ama...ing mom. I love you so much,” now that his lust was sated Paul was a little embarrassed and Meg could sense it.She pulled him close and held him between her legs with her silken-clad calves.“Don’t worry. You’ve done nothing wrong. It was delightful. Happy birthday son,” Meg leaned up and kissed him.As she did so she felt his cock suddenly become. It took Spencer a long, long time to recover, and he is still healing. The one good aspect of those last years was the reconciliation with his parents. When they saw, even secondhand, the love and devotion shared by their son and his love, they swallowed their pride and called Spencer. I'm sure that reunion was painful and joyful, full of tears and apologies on both sides.The summer I hired Elena turned out to be Danielle Nickerson's last summer with us. She was swept off her feet by a grad. Narfath ordered some goblins to clear away evidence of quite a boozy feast and to light some candles. Brienne was tossed groundwards. She landed on her ample butt on some cushions. Fearfully she looked around. Dominating the space was an old iron chair that surmounted a platform of wooden planking. Attached to the planking near the floor were several manacled shackles. An assembled mass of cushions upon which she was seated constituted the sleeping arrangements.Narfath took a swig of a jug of. She inquires what more she could do for him. He tells her to follow him. He leads her to a bookcase in her library. He presses a book on the top shelf and the wall opens. He asks her what the room is about. She becomes red-faced and curses him. She demands to know how he knew about the room. He laughs and says he can make do with her equipment inside and forces her inside the room. The room is large with a high ceiling. It looks like a studio except.