" Exactly why I came," he said, beaming. Perfect--perfect... Now to add one more big lie to all the others I've been spreading, so far. "You see, Carl..., I'm like you. Alone. I'm a widower." Oh, Mort how sad."He sighed painfully, thinking of the fictitious death of his wife-- and hoping that Agnes would kick the bucket in reality. "Yes, I've raised Eddie alone for three years now. Cancer." How terrible." Some of her resistance melted as she looked at his sad, handsome face, and she said: "Would. And she didn’t dislike it. At 45 years old, he was a handsome man. He had ruggedly handsome features, muscular arms, and from what she could tell from his bulge earlier, a sizable dick. She knew she was getting wet. From her father. Shit. She placed a finger on her pussy and she almost jumped. It was almost dripping wet. She withdrew her hand, feeling terrible about her lustful thoughts and sank down onto her bed.Meanwhile, in Rick’s room, he was left standing with a hard on. He felt ashamed. I was rock-hard and she was wet, so I went for it, sprinkling little kisses along her entire body – slowly moving from head to toe, then back up her inner thighs. She squirmed a little, but parted her legs – gasping in surprise when my lips first touched her wet pussy. Her familiar scent was strong and intoxicating. My tongue played with her labia and probed for her hole. She gave uninhibited groans of pleasure and I thought she might be getting ready to come. But then, she touched the box of. In the bedroom Princess Maryam was accorded the rare privilege of getting into bed beside the Emir, rather than crawling up from the foot of the bed. He was unusually ardent, rolling on to and into her immediately and coming in a matter of seconds deep in her vagina.In a second session a few minutes later he was more thoughtful of her, ensuring that she had one, or possibly two orgasms before he came. Then as he deposited a second batch of semen in her womb she came again. Or at least appeared.