The Murder House had claimed another soul. He could never be King of Westeros again. I could bring his corpse back to King’s Landing, but never his ...oul. That was stuck in this universe forever.“Hey, I don’t mind so much. I got Tate and Moira with me here, don’t I? That’s not so bad at all. Anyone else care to join us? By the way, doesn’t this make Myrcella Queen of Westeros now? She’s my daughter, after all. Of course, that would mean acknowledging her as my bastard or just letting her claim. ”Angie had an interesting look on her face, “Alene, how far are we willing to go with this solution?”“As far as we want. We have money, so whatever solution we come up with, we can fund it.”“I have an idea then,” Angie exclaimed, “look, you’re cumming a lot, and now with Nicky in our life there’s even more cum to deal with, Mops won’t cut it here. I say we go for a renovation for the house, a makeover to better suit our needs.”Nadia’s mind was clearly racing after hearing Angie: “Wow, that’s a. They took a leisurely trip through the system before checking for better sources of supplies of minerals and elements. A better ship had to be made. The trip home, if at all possible, would take many years if not centuries. A ship the size of the Gorrsenz would make the figure much higher and the crew would eventually be at each other's throats without suitable room to move and work.Radio was used by the natives for short distance but maser and laser was a better way to communicate if you knew. He slows His movements when He feels me near climax, then continues to slam my pussy when he has her under control again. Feeling His own imminent release coming, he pulls Himself from my hot, wet sheath. "Turn over slut..on all fours!". I quickly obey, settling to my hands and knees, knees tucked in, ass in the air, feet spread apart, as He has trained me to do. He steps first to the head of the bed, rubbing His cock, still wet from my pussy, over my face. He stands still, as my tongue.