“What about you dear?” she asks in that sweet, seductive tone I’ve come to know so well. “What would you like to do first? I know what I’d l...ke to do?” I swallow hard, again, like her son had swallowed hard, and I start thinking. Am I like her son, maybe? No, I’m not. Well, maybe I am. He is older then I am now. He’s like what? 47 years old or something and we haven’t even touched on that part. “What I’d love to do,” she says out of nowhere as I’m thinking and she lets go of my hand and. Eteenasa would soon have her child while Vishi had resolved herself to life as Faunwa. She would find contentment, if not true happiness, in raising the child as the son of the Czar and Czarina. The pregnancy was progressing well, although the physicians were still concerned about unforseen complications and twice Raynoor had, at Council, beaten down Quacut's attempts to undermine the peace process. Life was good at the royal palace. But that was not to be for long."What do you propose Quacut,". My hands went down her legs and found her legs and started to rub her naked thighs. I moved up under the dress and found no panties. Instead I found a wet pussy as she spread her legs apart as I massaged her clit. She moaned and moaned even more when my other hand went up to her breast and started to play with her nipple as I kept massaging her clit. My cock felt so good against her butt and I loved the feeling of her getting so turned on. We stood in that position for a long time. I could feel. But by far the worst was the woman, if she could be called that, sitting in the rocking chair squeezing the toddler and screaming. It was not just the shrill sounds emanating from her mouth that made Jill think of the mythological Celtic creature, a shrew. The creature was pale beyond words, well except for the dozens of dark patches that marred most of her body. Bruises were everywhere that she could see around the torn night gown that hung limply from one purplish shoulder. Jill thought she.