Niall had won her, though he knew it not.She found him, again whistling, busily curry-combing his horse in the morning sun.“Good morrow to you, my l...dy Maeve. It’s a welcome sight you are this day, for tomorrow I ride away. Sad I’ll be to leave the place you are, but leave I must.”“Leave? Tomorrow?” burst out of Maeve. She ran to him, grasped his hand in both of hers and said, “Take me with you, then. I can’t bear to have you go away, and remain here without you.”“Are you certain, my lovely. It was totally awash with her juices. I made a loose fist and dragged my knuckles upward along her slit, gathering the tangy liquid on my hand. She shuddered as my slick knuckles bumped across her clit one by one.“And besides,” I added as I held my wet knuckles up where she could see them. “Do you think I’d even taste a drop of pee when there’s so much of these other juices flooding the area?”Katie blushed. I think she might have been embarrassed about how wet she was.“Right,” I chuckled as I. Chuck began sucking his mother’s pussy like a lunatic. Margaret looked down between her thighs in utter disbelief at Chuck’s nose buried in her downy pubic curls. Mike would NEVER do this for her. Once, when she asked him to early in their marriage, he’d told her it was disgusting. She never mentioned it again, but it was one of her favorite masturbatory fantasies. And now her own son was doing it to her. “GOD!!”Chuck was devouring Margaret’s snatch. Her wonderfully chubby little pussy cheeks. I lead him to the kitchen, poured him a glass of wine and served the dinner. We chatted over dinner, the usual small talk, and finished a couple of bottles of wine.I lead Harry to the bedroom. I was even hornier now than I had been earlier that afternoon. I unbuttoned my husband’s shirt, baring his chest, running my hands over his familiar chest, gently kissing his tanned skin. I unzipped his jeans and let them slide to the floor releasing his penis from his boxers. Kneeling in front of him I.