Part...Over?”Aranel could only speak at the peak of the cocks when her breasts and her belly were almost their standard shape, and she was getting i...paled relentlessly every two seconds.Her uncle Gwydion, useless as he was, seemed to be the only apologetic elf in the garden. “I...err... I don’t think this is part of the ceremony anymore, Princess... or should I say My Demon Queen. You are officially married.”“So...This...Is...My...Life...Now?”“I’m afraid so.” Gwydion shook his head and walked. We had just a cup of coffee before leaving the White Hart, as it was customary not to eat before a duel but to wait until after the exchange of fire.‘Pistols for two; breakfast for one!’ being the mordant expression used, not that anyone facing the prospect of being shot would have much of an appetite in any case — I certainly did not.It was just past six thirty we left the White Hart and made our way along the Uxbridge road towards Hounslow. We rode the first mile in silence, until Billy. Nice and wet I scoop somechocolate cream from a dish and sensually spread it around the inner thighs,balls and stiffening shaft of this sexy little sheboy. I want this treat so badI'm overwhelmed with desire. My need crushes my conscience. I'm so horny, Ican't help myself I'm dry humping the air. The fact that she's my stepson onlyburies me deeper under soul crushing shame. My wife has taken my conditioning sofar beyond what I would have ever thought possible, that acts of incest andpedophilia. ..telling him he had to shave before she would go down on him. I remember seeing his balls and that big hard cock and still wanting to reach out and touch it or possibly even stroke it; we both agreed that we wanted Jamison to come back with that fun size cock. He said he would be coming back again clean shaven and I hoped he would so I could watch her slobber all over his big fat dick. She sucked and swallowed every other cock in the room and then they each took turns shoving their cocks into.