Custom has it that the eldest royal blood is to marry first and all the gods know that Kravis is cursed on the court. He cannot even charm a flower if...he tried. I get satisfaction from his only flaw though it is delaying my happiness. The delay has its perks too; I don’t get to be tied down to anyone until I marry, which can only be arranged a few seasons after my brother’s betrothal.I am about to leave the balcony and return to my room when something queer arrests my attention. It doesn’t sit. I wanted to express a specific idea so most of thestory pushes towards the fictional side of life. Let me know what you think ofit. ??????????? This allstarted a few days ago during a very long night of drinking with my boyfriend.The problem is that I am a very competitive person who gets a little randy whenI get drunk. We began arguing about who was the biggest chicken when it came tosex. I stubbornly protested that my boyfriend was far more conservative than Iwas which lead into the. She put on the thin flimsy sports bra with the top all but cut away to show the tops of her boobs when she bent forward to perform some domestic duty. She lightly sprinkled them with her special French scent that never failed to make men want to dig deeper into her feminine openings to find her trigger point of wild reaction. She thought of painting her nipples with the lipstick just to add to her chances of being sucked with wild abandon but decided it was a bit too much for a shy and innocent. Jack’s heart went into his mouth, still open. He crept silently up the stairs, avoiding the 4th step that everyone knew creaked and moved stealthily to his sister’s bedroom where the sounds were coming from. As Jack climbed the stairs and traversed the landing he could hear his sister’s voice “Fuck my cunt daddy, fuck your little girl slut’s cunt please daddy!” and “I need your hot cum in my nasty fuckhole!” He also heard the lower gruffer voice of his dad. “You like daddy’s big fat cock don’t.