These were pretty much the same feelings that she had for her father, but she knew it was not mere hero-worship on her part. Lord Burnstein was well-k...own in the region for his fairness and openness. Unlike other contemporaries, who stuck their noses up at the site of the commons, Burnstein was a friend to them - he was a part of them, although the royalty had been in his blood for generations. Sundays were spent by the Lord, his beautiful wife and their bright and sparkling daughter. The age. The panties Avril had given me in the bathroom thatmorning, I was wearing them under my suit, and I kept getting hard andhaving to hide my constant erections from the office staff.I thought about what Gym I was going to join - not that I intendedspending too much time in one, but it might be fun for a while. I lookedup the internet and made a short list of 3 places to check out over thenext few days.When I got home that evening I went out of my way to avoid Avril - mybeautiful daughter Nichola. He picks up the pace. He slams into me with such amazing force that I think the bed is moving. I’m not sure if it is, because I can’t think about anything beyond his amazing cock. He abandons my nipple to better balance himself. He places his hands to either side of my head and pounds into me relentlessly. I can’t find my breath. I gasp and sputter, wanting nothing more than to cum. He’s grunting and breathing heavily. I finally catch my breath, and all I can do is moan his name, over and over. “Brandon's scouts have been neutralized. They have not spotted us. The gates of Dis remain open.”*Are you nearby?* Chantelle screamed in my mind.*Yes, I sent. *We're in position to attack.**Good!*Power flooded me. My wife was recruiting new worshipers. Every moment I swelled with the energy we shared. I flexed my hand, glancing over at Bray Colton at the head of his army. I wasn't pleased he had married Lamia or that we had to ally with a man, but we had little choice.“Will you attack?” I.