Both of you."They started to object and the one with the sword raised it to strike. I Called my Katana and parried his blow. "Leave, now, why you can....The new lady knelt next to the older one and held her hand. Slowly, almost peacefully, the old lady smiled and breathed her last. The other lady undid the belt holding the knife and belted it around her waist. Turning to me she said "I am now The Lokhoni, who are you?"To say I was speechless would by making me out to be a public speaker.. With the bright overhead fluorescent fixtures, Ben could make out the color. They were a powder blue. There was a design of some kind stitched into them, but Ben couldn’t quite make it out. “Nineteen! Twenty!”More and more details became evident. He could see traces of Sophie’s pubic hair around the edges. The fabric was cotton, most likely. Ben’s cock was achingly erect. He was thankful he was sitting, and that Sophie couldn’t see it over her knees. “Twenty-four! Twenty-five!”Ben could barely. His thought was that with a little bit of “polish”, he could make her into an obedient companion to take away his boredom with naughty nocturnal exercises and pleasant conversation. In a certain sense, more like a wife than simply a mistress. He had his share of mistresses and, if one thing was a certainty, it never ended well.He had tired of the endless search for a suitable spouse and had decided to settle for an assortment of handy wenches to slake his physical needs and eliminate the need. She put her head back down on the bed. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that earlier today she had sex with her son—a first time event, and now was having sex with another woman—also a first timer. She let go of the utter amazement and submitted her mental processing to the pleasure Holly was giving her.“Aaahhhhh!” groaned the divorcee.The parent’s cunt vibrated once again with distended petals, brewing ambrosia, and lustful desire as Holly’s lingua erotically and calmly lapped at.