He left Whitehall yesterday after lunchtime and happily travelled 32 miles on good roads before arriving at an inn by tea-time; today he’ll be lucky...to arrive at Dellamere Manor Hall, the home on the Alburys, before dark. Insufferable roads, he mutters, but travel as this he must, only witches apparently fly by broomsticks! He had barely dozed in the bucking coach thus far and he was more than ready for a hot meal and a quiet bed.A fat honey bee flies slowly past him, going no faster than his. When my graduation finally came, I eschewed the family tradition and bolted to the coast. If the family business was ever to be Hayes and Sons, my father would have to sprout another progeny, for I would not be part of it. I wanted to get as far away from my brother and Shelly, now his fiancé, as I possibly could.For the next three years I was a ghost as far as my immediate family was concerned. Oh, I appeared when needed, of course. The passing of my maternal grandmother was cause for great. .. YEEEEEESSSS!" Nancy's tone changed, "Fuck me, for fuck's sake Bob, I can feel it banging against my cervix you fucker!"I had a bird's eye view of his cock disappearing into my wife's pussy, his big hairy balls swinging backwards and forwards gently as he eased in, pulled out and thrust another inch in each time. His balls were dripping in their combined juices so much the juices were dripping off them onto the floor where they pooled underneath Bob's splayed legs. Bob was administering the. The lips are flowered open, your hard clit peeking out above the glistening pink flesh. I teasingly press a finger against the entrance to your cunt, and watch as the hot lips quiver, trying to draw it in. Reaching into the cooler again, I pop another cube of ice into my mouth, and roll it around for a moment before lifting your naked twat to my face. Although you knew it was coming, the shock of my cold tongue and lips against your hairless pubis sends a shuddering wave of sensation through.