“I’ll count to ten,” he said, “One.”“Might be a good idea to load a few bullets first?” I suggested.“Oh, aye new fanged gadgets, rathe... have a flint lock any day,” he opined.“Father he chose me, we are sort of married,” Miss Loveridge suggested.“And what about t’ostler and boot boy, what are you bigamous,” he snapped.“Trigamous even?” I ventured.“Shut thee trap and make her cum,” the father replied, “She wails like a stuck stoat when her is excited, frightens t’orses sometimes.”“Father!” she. Then she shed her negligee and sat down on her chair. She was a lovely sight. She had never before been very comfortable, being naked around the house. Now she openly displayed all her beauties, which were enhanced by her relaxed and satisfied movements. Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced by an annoyed expression."What's on your mind? You don't look happy any more." That's because I'm not. Happy. I have to go in a little while. I'd much rather stay here and fuck the life out. Meagan stopped moving her hand afraid that either her mom or Peter would notice, but she decided that was something she was in control of at least. She couldn't do anything about having those two wipe semen off her body until she was clean, and the sensations coming from her pussy as she rubbed it distracted her from what had just happened.It was then that Peter noticed what Meagan was doing. He looked up at her and caught her eye. She dropped her gaze immediately, but when she looked back at. My pale hands stroked her dark shaft as my tongue danced about the tip. I squirmed my thighs together, my own clit throbbing almost in envy. I had worn strap-on dildos before, but to have a real cock... Wouldn’t that be an experience.“Yes, yes, I feel your inspiration swelling through you,” the aoi si moaned. “It’s gathering.”“It’s in your pussy, Mistress,” Zanyia moaned. “I can smell your juices. Ooh, this is making me so wet.”“Uh-huh,” Nathalie nodded. “My cunny is getting so juicy.”“Pussy.