Then you, Knight Gwen, a raven haired beauty with DD breasts. When you told your family about being a knight they laughed, wanting instead for you to ...e married off. But now at 25 you have proven yourself a knight on the battlefield earning praise among your peers.These reports had been made throughout the year but were always proven false, the farmers always wanted more money for “protection”. But your party still had to go. Equipped in full knight gear the trek took three days, the town you. . familiar."It's good to see you, Mark," he said slowly. His voice was surprisingly deep in comparison to my own. "I know this has been pretty hard on you; but I understand. I ... I'm sad we lost your mother and your sister too."I couldn't help myself. "Sure you are," I said sarcastically."Mark," Dr Payton interjected, "please try to listen before you judge." I just glared at her again."I truly did love your mother, Mark. When she and I divorced, it ... well, it was really ... hard. She felt I. His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. They stuck momentarily at her thighs and she shook them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and over her self-raised feet without further resistance.She was naked now before the negro but felt no intense fear. She had come. Her breasts were C cups, and appeared large for her thin frame. A short black skirt of some light blend swayed and flowed with her movements, as she rose. It had covered the upper parts of her thighs so far, but left the rest of her firm, stocking covered legs exposed. The absence of shoes helped explain why I had not heard her come up the cross corridor. Her age was a bit uncertain but my best guess was around 23, almost 20 years my junior. I won't bore you with my conversation with her that.