The thin cotton provided no resistance as she grabbed my cock and brought it out into full view, standing stiff and proud. "A quick sucK while no one'... looking," she said, and plunged her mouth down over its glistening head, damp with my juices. I turned my head to one side, looking towards the running track, hoping anyone passing would be too intent on their exertions to notice the exercises my cock was going through. She took in its full length, her lips moving against the flesh, her tongue. "Bob bid us all fair well and drove off. Sally had 'that' glow about her and I couldn't resist pulling her chain. "Seems like Bob's sniffin' around a certain lady, what do you think Jen?" Yeah, sure seems like it to me Jimmy, he's a bit old for Mum though; he must be at least fifty years old." I have you know young lady that I'm not the far off of being 'old' as you put it. Bob is a very nice gentleman and I'm sure he's just being neighbourly." Sniff, sniff, hmmm, and you're not. She moaned a little louder.She tried for a second finger, slipping it past her first. Her body pushed against it, squeezing her two fingers together as her body-built pressure within the bottom of her cervix like a balloon waiting to pop. Pulling all her muscles towards her center, between her legs. Her hand was all but soaked. A sweet release was just out of reach – a third finger or more speed. She denied herself, feeling the pleasure of denial – imagining her father on top of her, kissing. “More or less. I can’t expect you to slay them all with your dagger and machete. Incidentally, I’ve given said machete magical properties, but only you and our other servants may safely touch it. A regular person who does so will burn alive from the inside out, the same with your daggers. A couple of incidents like that will teach people not to steal your weapons. The Pratts were trouble that needed nipped in the bud, and now they are. That summer camp won’t reopen next year, no doubt about.