I didn’t say anything, but I knew Kye could hear my breathing begin to quicken and despite my trying to control myself. "Do you think it’s weird ...hat I love to hold my own mom’s panties to my face and smell them? And taste them?" he asked, his breathing more shallow now too. "Does that bother you Mom? Knowing how much I love holding them while I am jerking off?" I could only think of one thing to say. “No,” I whispered very softly and now very turned on again. "I’m glad mom," he breathed. She had never seen anything like this! The two women continued to wrestle, their holds becoming more sensual, their attacks becoming more sexual. The young viewer was enthralled by the spectacle. She lifted her head from her screen and darted her eyes around her room, making sure no one was watching her before returning her gaze to the explicit event.It was a force of habit, living with family her whole life, but for her final year of college, she finally had her very own dorm room. She was. .. uh..." My bald head," he laughed. He polished his head with his hand. It really did reflect the light. "I earned the loss of every hair. I have two daughters." We both laughed. "Speaking of which..." Uh oh. I knew I was going to get lectured. I slept the entire night with Rhonda cuddled to my side in my bedroom. Not in my bed mind you. And I didn't even know she was there until I woke up. But she said her parents had seen us. "Your parents have a pretty good relationship with you, don't. As his defence crumbled I struck him down with a blow that cleaved an arm off his body. Screaming in horror and disbelief, the man went tumbling off of the ramparts and down onto the broad stones of the courtyard below. While his death wasn't instantaneous, it was spectacular. His life's blood spurted from his wound as he quickly bled out.Luck only stayed with me for a little while. Arrows kept zipping at me and men kept rushing me and I kept beating them back and cutting them down, the whole.