She was held in high regard by the people, having herself came from a humble background before marrying the previous Pharaoh and often engaged in acts...of philanthropy to help those in need having not forgotten her roots.Her apartments were no exception to the rest of the palace, being spacious and richly decorated as befitting a senior member of the royal family. In the centre of the Queens chambers was her private garden, which she had personally designed with lush greenery, colourful flowers. I daren’t answer it as I was still breathing heavily. We both listened to the voice“Hello, Laura, it’s Jenny. My friends cried off with coughs and colds. I wished they’d told me sooner as it was a wasted journey” said Jenny. “I thought I’d meet up with John. I’ve tried ringing him but there’s no reply. Anyway, I thought I’d let you know I’ll be home soon.”“Shit, that was close” I said as we quickly separated. Laura dashed to the bathroom whilst I put my clothes back on in 30 seconds flat. My. I read the model’s account of her seduction at the hands of the artist, “I felt his penis against my ass. He slipped his hands around my waist and lifted me up slightly so that he could penetrate me.” And as I read, I imagine the brush of his penis against my ass. I imagine the artist’s hands on my hips. I close my eyes and conjure the sound of his penis sliding violently in and out of my moist pussy. Reading this collection of short stories, I am in turmoil, intensely aroused, the feeling. ..Give me all of it John!..." the old vixen encouraged. She never flinched as she jerked him off in time with his orgasm, lewdly painting her face with his creamy sperm. "Naaaa!...Unnnn!..Ohhhh!..." John whimpered, hunching upwards from the table the best he could to escape her grasp as Auntie Rita drained him with her efficiently stroking hand. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her smiling face. He knew he would never forget the way she looked right then with his sperm glistening all over.