‘In fact, I prefer it that way.’ ‘You do?’ ‘I’m staying at a small hotel here. The Hotel Atlantic it’s called, although all I can see fr...m the window is a shop selling gas bottles and a broken-down bus. It’s not far at all.’ ‘Isn’t it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Erm. Shouldn’t we go to a chemist first?’ ‘Chemist?’ ‘Get some johnnies, like.’ ‘Johnnies?’ Marla wondered, falling in love with Paul’s obvious embarrassment. ‘Condoms. You know. Be on the safe side.’ ‘No. I’m quite well prepared.’ Paul laughed with. To start with I will narrate how it all began.My mother Kamsin 43 years old at 5’7 tall is very sensuous and a complete looker. A stunning lady with a sexy curvy body an hour glass figure to say the least. Her black hair ran up to her waist. I know her measurements due to peeking into her lingerie and also shes gotten measured in my presence by tailors for her various saris and salwar kamizes. 34c at the chest with firm cute boobs with a deep cleavage visible through any of her attire. A narrow. The army had a hard battle ahead of them.While we were getting ready, Flying Arrow came up behind us. I noticed that the yellow flag was no longer on their mainmast below the ensign. When they reached us its captain told us that King Tom had moved to one of the transports to allow Flying Arrow to participate.I could only welcome them to the party. The crew was well trained, but it had not actually participated in any combat yet so they had no experience. Still, all reinforcements were good.. 'Lift you dress high', he ordered and I complied. I felt his eyes burn into me as he devoured my maidenhood, no longer covered and protected by this thin layer of white cotton, now languishing mid-thigh, my cunt shaved and exposed as he slowly withdrew the cane, reinserting it between my fleshy lips, forcing my Labia apart as he pushed in deeper and started to moved it in small jerky movements, causing my legs to open slightly, my final humiliation complete, as I felt the wispy cotton knickers.