She didn’t know how she could find the breath to protest when she was this close. He was driving her crazy with his fingers. She just didn’t want ...im to know she was still an amateur. “You are a novice and I like that. So let me show you how I like to kiss. Now, shush,” he murmured before kissing her again but this time when his tongue touched her he did slow sensual sweeps. She screamed her orgasm in his head as he heard and felt liquid whooshing at the juncture of her legs. But he kept going. He wasn't used to women outshining him and he wanted this one to know she would not have any sort of control over him. So he grabbed a hold of his wet cock, and started peeing on the flower beds, making sure she saw him."Lick it clean, Mrs. M" he said in a commanding voice once he stopped peeing.Nodding, Manya was only took keen to take that beautiful cock into her mouth, tasting a strange mix of sperm, her own pussy juice and pee. She wasn't sure what to expect but she could distinctly make. She was in her early 20s, only a few years younger than Helena, who’d married Maria’s great-grandfather, the Count, quite late in his life.“Good morning, Great-Grandmama,” Maria said as she sat down next to Helena on the couch. She grabbed one of the croissants off the plate. Jeanne smiled as she lifted another silver lid to produce two more and set them before La Contessa.“I know it’s just me and Jeanne, Dear,” Helena said to her great-granddaughter as she picked up one of the croissants. “And. She’d back you to the hilt, unless you screwed up, and then you were up shit creek without a paddle. There were five of us kids. Three from her first marriage and two from her current marriage. Mom always wanted a girl, so she kept at it until she finally had one.My father, Jan Badzinski Sr., was really nothing more than a sperm donor from my point of view. In my first lifetime I’d never met him. My parents’ divorce was finalized two months after I was born. The man who raised me, and was the.