”“But I wanted to go to the ceremony, Sharra!” Merice protested. “That medicine makes me so tired.”“It’s my son’s wedding, you old bat... I won’t have you ruining it with one of your episodes.”The queen continued complaining as the servant led her out of the room. Before the door could close, Rusol strode through, wearing a dark suit.“Hello, my dearest!” he said grandly, giving Yassi an elegant bow. Then he turned to Sharra. “And Mother, of course.”“Why are you here, Rusol?” the concubine asked.. She totally submitted, as her legs and arms fell away, his hips lost control. He began fucking her, keeping deep inside her, feeling his cock pushing against her, his pelvic bone slamming against her exposed clit between them. She lifted her legs up, she had longed for this since they had split up so long ago. She wanted him to have her – she wanted to show the burning desire to be his fuck toy had not been extinguished by anyone else. He looked down on her, biting her neck and ear as he. Her tits were indeed small with short nipples and not much sag for a twenty eight year old mother. They had a slight sheen of sweat to them from the afternoon heat and her pale skin contrasted with her shoulders and arms where they had caught the sun. Kicking off her shoes she unbuttoned and dropped her shorts to reveal a tiny thong, which she bent to pull down and threw aside. As she stood I got my first full view of a real adult pussy, shaved to reveal beautiful long outer lips and a proud. “You have a boyfriend?” After we discussed that topic at length, she was willing to let me go. I could see she was a little happy that looking for a place to live with my sister became a lot easier. However, she had one condition. She wanted to meet Andy first. At his house, to see where I was going to live. Andy invited us to come over for dinner on Friday evening. I was nervous and so many things rushed through my head. In the end, I had worried for nothing. At the beginning, my mum was.