Bluemantle shook his head. “Harold Godwinson was part Danish.”He perused me for a moment. “I note you are typically Anglo Saxon in colouring and...physique, but where in England were you born?”At my reply ‘Lincolnshire, he gave a self-satisfied nod.“As I suspected. Your ancestors lived in the Danelaw, which means you too will have a measure of Danish blood in your veins, as do most of us English. Harold could in fact be called the first and last English King.”“Do get on with it Bluemantle,”. ” We laughed and hugged and then went back to the table.We sat down and Kat sat in my lap and pulled my arm around her, making sure my palm ended on one of her breasts. She said, “There’s just one or two more things that I’d also like.”I got suspicious. “Go on, what?”Taylor came over and cuddled up next to us. She kissed me and said, “I’m so glad you accepted Kat. I can guess the condition you put on her to slow things down a bit. That said, I’d also like to apply for wife status, only I have a. Her glass was empty and she sounded a little slurred, perhaps jet lag or tiredness, but my God she was a forward girl, a chip off her mothers block, and before I could must an answer, she continued, "You and my mother were lovers"?As she spoke her foot fondling were sexually stroking my own as she got up out of her chair came over in a transfixed manner and kissed me full on my mouth, her tongue searching for my own. I just groaned out loud and grabbed her, tearing her blouse open and pinching. "That feels great. Wait, your mom told you"?"Yes. She told me how to do it and then told me to save it for a special occasion. Happy Birthday, special occasion".Before I could say anything else she began squeezing me faster. That was the last straw. I let my hands drop to her butt and pulled her tighter against me. Then I had that feeling, like when you pull a rubber band so tight it finally breaks. It was like an explosion went off inside my cock. I could feel the sperm begin coursing out of.