He was Fereldan. She was Orlesian. He was a nobleman, she a commoner. He was a straight-forward, honest type with an Arling to run and roots already p...t down; her likely future was as a spy, and she wasn’t going to be able to stay in the same place for any length of time.They were doomed – before they even got started.And yet, though she knew she should stop it there before things went any further, the thought of telling him that made her feel ill. She wanted his kisses, needed them; she wanted. We stopped for a moment for a cigarette, my heart pounding at this time, he stepped closer and kissed me, I've never kissed another boy before so this was strange, at first I was hesitant, but then moved in, his lips pressed against mine our tongue intertwining, it felt.. good.he then proceeded to reach into my bottoms and grabbed my cock, I didn't know what to do, his hand massaging, rubbing, my dick, reaching under to caress my balls, I nervously stroked his cock over his trousers, his cock. As I suspected, they were already slippery. I leaned forward to kiss the corner of Mom’s mouth. “I love my mother’s ass,” I whispered. I reached under her with my free hand, sliding under her tit, pinching her hard nipple, reveling in the pleased wince that crossed her face. “I’m going to kiss it, and lick it, and worship it with my tongue.” Mom’s eyes closed as if she was imagining it. I softly pinched her buttocks. “But first I’m going to suck my mother’s beautiful little tits.”I pushed my. Only thing this did was to uplift her ample bosom, presenting more cleavage to his lascivious eye."M'lady should not tease me with her charms so...", he mockingly ventured"Sir, you should take care with whom you jest." I am quite serious", he replied, trapping her in in a dark corner.She could smell his breath, last night's meal, mead and God knows what else. His skin was dark and oily, a fetid aroma surrounded him. His eyes, God his eyes just bored into hers.Seeking, but not finding a hint of.