I hear a content sigh from Her, but my attention is torn away from Her as I hear a pitter-patter on the tiles. Going to investigate, I find a beautifu... dog lapping at her water dish. I tilt my head, having somehow forgotten that Mistress had a dog."You must be Nikki..." I whisper, curious.Ignoring everyone around me as I seem so focused on Nikki, I don't realise that Haley is standing behind me. My hands are preoccupied with Nikki, gently scratching behind the dog's ears. Haley pounces on my. "Last night," he said in the hope of stirring her to action."Last night was then, this is now!" she replied as she slipped on her shoes. "Now put on a fresh dress and finish the room. Afterwards there is the washing to do and then we shall see what we shall see."Georg went to her bedroom to select a dress. 'A dress she said, not a skirt.' he thought as he looked at those available.He remembered that there were several dresses, a floral one, a long one and maybe one or two others, but all he. With my mouth being stuffed with cock, the good doctor busy lapping my hole and Timmy out of his young mind with lust, all that could be heard was sucking, licking, moaning and even the occasional dick-fart down my throat as my son’s leftover testicle-sap farted into my stomach. We kept that up for about ten minutes before my son pulled out of my throat and dumped his load in my mouth so I could taste his gelatinous seed. I swallowed some and chewed the rest, smacking my sperm covered lips. They’d then split the ashes into two portions. I’d learned that the River People were familiar with pottery making and that each band kept a large communal urn in which half the ashes were placed and then mixed in with the ashes already there, thus ensuring that the strength of the deceased was retained by the community. The other half was then ceremonially disposed of in the river, returning the other half of the individual to the spirits of the river that gave the community life. While I had.