It was so dark, she couldn’t even see the window.She threw the sheet and blanket to the side, trying to cool down, then sat up and stretched. The sw...et smell of fresh-baked bread permeated the room. If the innkeeper had a decent baker, perhaps that was how he managed to keep his clientele despite his attitude. Strangely, she thought she heard people in the streets calling out to each other in Sanvari.She’d just shaken that thought off, deciding it must be a memory left over from the dream, when. It twitched once more and she saw a bead of precum slowly ooze out of the tip and hang from his cock just inches above her face. She felt her wetness spread to her inner thighs and drip down, wetting the back of her ankles. She struggled to keep her composure but failed dismally.“Brody. I know I am your mother and all, and what we are doing is wrong on so many levels but I was wondering. Would you let me suck your cock please?” She asked him, she had now become quite frank and felt not. I saw a drawing where the hero and heroine are hugging.The hero is fondling with heroines bare hip while the heroine is in saree. I read the description for the scene and it was quite interesting. I flipped pages and noticed that the intimacy between them advances over each scene. I saw a drawing where the heroine is in saree sitting on a sofa watching TV.The hero is lying on her lap facing on her hip. In another drawing, the hero plucks the heroine’s remote. The heroine’s boobs brush the. The hard rock music started low and could be felt almost more than heard. A tiny woman with heavy makeup, dressed in biker leathers appeared. She stood near the back of the stage, moving and giving peaks at what was beneath, but very little flesh was seen. Her short cropped blonde hair gave her a boyish look, but the shape of the hips and the swell of even her small tits beneath the white cropped top left no doubt about her sex. Then after a couple of minutes she dove on her belly straight.