In any case, as to this fellow, his bride, and the Mountain, how best to use them all? Perhaps offer the man a knighthood should he fight for us again...t the Dead? According to this report, he claims to be of House Reyne, a bastard of their family. I didn’t know that any Reynes were left, bastard or not! Wasn’t that the point to the ‘Rains of Castamere’?” Ser Jorah agreed now.“It’s also quite evident that the Mountain should be inducted into the Night’s Watch and forced to fight the Dead with. ”“I hope so, Phillip.”“I hope so too, Goyse.”We continued on our trip. Lyn spent some time reading the information taken from the glove compartment. She said that Phillip had not only organized accommodation but had also thrown in meal vouchers for each day at some of the top restaurants.After that, my attention was focused on the pending water ski event. The first few days were spent measuring out the courses and setting up the measuring instruments. Everything had to be as exact as possible. She watched as Alyson rolled to her side, and pulled her long slender legs up against her chest. She moaned and trembled a little, rocking back and forth. Olivia watched as even the muscles in Alyson's calves tensed and relaxed."I…I" Olivia stumbled over her words. "Sorry" she wiped at her chin "Are you okay?" Olivia took a deep breath "I think that was longer than a minute…" The group began to laugh, and Olivia relaxed a little."Ohhh…. " Alyson moaned, "that was fucking amazing."Jackie clapped. I wrapped the rope all around Mom's tits until they were forced through a mat of encircling hemp. I lowered Mom back to the carpet, slackened the string restraining the blindfold so she could comfortably rest her head on the rug, and replaced the baton between her thighs. Mom exhibited no surprise when I pushed it up a few more inches and positioned it beneath her pussy. We were beyond pretending.I left the room so Mom could enjoy the baton by herself and noisily washed the bowl that had held.