“Your Grace, may I offer you a drink?”King Roland silently regarded the flask for a moment, then, meeting Adeline’s eyes, he unstoppered it and ...tarted drinking. Soon, he had finished the potion, and put the empty flask down.“Chalky” he remarked flatly, “I don’t feel any different. Are you certain your potion works, witch?”Adeline nodded, with a staisfied look on her face. “You won’t feel any different- by design, it changes the quality of your semen. The potion itself is otherwise inert- it. She was holding hisbutterfly knife, but it wasn't open, yet.Eric silently cursed himself, carrying that blade was such a habit heforgotten he had it. "Amy what are you doing?" Don't call me by that fucking name you asshole." Ryan."Just get them to open the fucking door." Eric slowly moved into asitting position and placed his feet on the floor. "I swear to godEric, you make one move towards me and I will cut your fucking dickoff." The fact that Ryan could still feel Eric's cum leaking downhis. When we announced our intention of flying to Mesa, Arizona to meet Mrs. Anderson, Elise had insisted on accompanying us. Audra had quickly accepted Elise's offer as she was more nervous of with meeting her parent's former employers than she would admit. Clearing the air between Audra and Irma Anderson was only the first goal of the trip. Second was delivering the wedding invitation.Actually we were hoping that our trip would tie up a lot of loose ends. It turns out that the land over both the. “You're tongue... So different from Rick's... Oh, yes, yes!”My little sister bucked in orgasmic delight. It was so clear she was cumming. Her body thrashed while her thighs held Mom's face to her snatch. I loved it, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock. I buried into my mother's incestuous depths.“Rick!” she groaned, her voice throaty with delight.Her pussy went wild around my cock.“Yes!” I groaned as I drew back through my mother's spasming depths.It was incredible to feel. Just an amazing.