I will hunt for Fabre on my own.”Santerre was startled. “Why?”“Various reasons,” said Chastel. “But foremost among them is that my grandfa...her swore an oath.” Seeing Santerre's bewildered expression, Chastel merely saluted. “If you'll pardon me, the hunt is not going to join itself. Good day, General.”Santerre watched him go. A queer fellow, he thought, but Santerre had never seen a finer soldier. It was almost enough to make him forget the sound of the weighted blade dropping beneath his. I humped and gasped. She released and my tit sprang back.“Oh, my Queen, yes. Do it again.”“Are you giving me orders?” Her eyes flashed up at mine.“No, no. It just felt so good. I'm so sorry, my Queen. I'm your humble concubine. Your slave.”“That's right.” Angela shoved as fourth finger into my pussy. Her thumb found my clit and rubbed as it she pumped her four digits into my pussy. My toes curled at the pleasure. She leaned over and found my other nipple. She bit the hard nub. And then she. That you remember.Except today! Today is the day after your recent birthday! It's hard to believe that you are finally grown up to be at the age of an adult! The big one-eight!Your mom has finally considered you to be adult enough to not need to be constantly babied after anymore, allowing you to experience the wonderful sensational feeling of what was called, "Independence."Having grown up in a purposely sheltered life, orchestrated by your mother, you are only slightly aware of how held back. I shot more times, with more cum, and at a higher velocity than ever before. It felt like shooting an arrow into a bale of hay. Actually it was more like emptying my quiver of arrows into her. I stayed right there and pulled her down on top of me while I hugged and kissed her.Amanda said, “Thank you. I knew that I wanted you to be my first, the moment that I saw you. That’s why I had my mother check you out.”We cuddled and basked in the after glow until my cock shriveled up and slipped out of.