She was tall and strong, and her face bore a firm and resolute look. The tan of her skin, the blackness of her hair and the shape of her muscles hinte... more at a warrior and an adventurer than at a peasant or noble maiden. She bore no weapons though - or maybe had she been stripped of them, as her arms were tied behind her back. Her boots of supple leather were high and worn out; boots of a poor traveller. She wore a ringmail skirt of foreign craft, and bore a modest golden tiara. Her. I wanted somebody to hold me, toprotect me-because I was too weak to do it on my own.Soon, however, I'd buried these feelings, focusing instead on Lisa's cockas it slid in and out of my mouth. I drank and slurped, loving everymoment of it. With both my hands, I held her head so that she wouldn'troll away. Her arms and legs were gone now, and only a strip of fabricattached her to my lingerie. She could no longer thrust her cock into mymouth, so I did all the work, my body rising and falling. Within seconds, he was pumping the fuck out of her as she cried out, “C’mon Drew… Fuck your Auntie’s cunt, harder, fuck it harder, harder kid, harder, now shoot it, shoot it.” On demand, Drew began to slam his little cock into my wife's cunt, but all of sudden he said, “Oh fuck Aunt Vicki, I gonna cum again, I’m cumming,” and with that he pumped his load into her cunt with at least a dozen hard strokes, and then he rolled off of my wife and onto my fucking pillow. Now, as my wife lay there, she. It was just as perfect as she had dreamed it would be. She reached for the buttons on his shirt while looking down at his chest. John surprised her by taking her hands in his and stopping her. "What's the matter" she asked? John looked deeply into her eyes and said "Not this time, you get all the attention tonight. Just enjoy what I have planned for you this time." Leading her over to the bed he turned her back to the bed. Taking her face into his hands he softly kissed her on the lips..