“He’s a mind reader,” Lilla replied as she made a bee line for the lavatories. Jayne was left to explain the swap to the government officials wh... were not exactly pleased but had to agree to go along with it.The King welcomed them in his private apartment, “Ah Lilla my dear, even more beautiful than your portrait,” he simpered.“And you so Hansom, just like on the Moronia coins.” Jayne replied.“Cut the wise cracks,” Lilla whispered.“I see we share a sense of humor,” the King sighed, “My. He sucked better than any woman I've ever been with. He knew I was getting close; it was at this point he stopped and said I'd had enough pleasure for now, and that it was his turn.He made me sit down on the sofa next to him, grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge through his pants. He asked if I wanted to get a better feel. Before I could even answer, he was removing his pants and boxers. He quickly had my hand back on his bare cock, telling me to stroke it slowly. I stroked him as if I. 'Shit, maybe this was a bad idea.' "Why the hell did you have to reject me?!" she wailed, glancing back at me. "Seriously, why? Now both my mom and I are pregnant. We're both in way too deep, both emotionally and physically," she pointed out, strolling back to me. "Their marriage is fucked to hell now. Of course I want him because of my love for him and this baby, but at the cost of my mom's marriage? Why couldn't you just be with me?" she asked before she pushed me slightly. "What's wrong with. But she was sure she could never miss having other lovers now she had Marianne. One who was so like herself: slender, slim, smallish breasts and even the same slightly sharp chin. Of course, there was no way they could have both inherited that pointed chin, although who was to say what was in the ancestral mix of Marianne's muddled genes."Shit!" suddenly cried Marianne, mid-gasp. "Someone's at the door." That's only Mum," smiled Layla. She pulled herself up from under the sheets and wrapped an.