It was time to try on some clothes. A full linen skirt cut on the cross with alternate panels of plain blueand pattern and a simple cream top, tights,...shoes with a modest heel anda few items of costume jewellery made her look beautifully feminine. Maryfound it somewhat emotional to realise that the lady she was looking atwas her husband. Pat and Sue said it was time for coffee in the lounge where Gillian andMary could meet some other clients. After some introductions, Mary spentsome time. And it tastes just like it smells--it tastes like someone chewed up a flower, a bit of honey, some pork, and a few drops of blood then spit it onto my tongue... The consistency is like a mix between gritty mashed potatoes and gelatinous cranberry sauce."Bleh," I gag, spitting the gunk right onto the glistening horror scene between my legs. It takes everything in me not to hurl.The cramping and subsequent oozing of pink gunk from my pussy's flower comes in waves that ripple through me at shorter. None of them except one.This would not be an erotic story if there wasn’t one man, that by a twisted joke of nature is endowed with the right tool to turn this world upside down. Turn it upside down, one, maybe two women at a time. Possibly three, but that must be the maximum, doesn’t it? I guess four, if he uses his dick, both hands and goes down on a woman at the same time. Be that as it might, this one man, this ultimate stud, is Lyonel Baratheon.From other tellings of this world, you dear. We share a lot of the same physical features. Like him, I have dark hair and am very tan. Unlike his brown eyes, mine cannot decide if they’d like to be green or brown. We’re both fairly skinny, though he has more muscle. I stood there wrapped in my brother’s loving arms for a long time. After a couple more kisses, he whispers into my ear, “Would you like your surprise?” I smile at him and nod my head "yes." He then walks around me, reaching in front of my head to cover my eyes as he pushes the.