?Well, Morgana,? Sylvanus boomed out in his best battlefield voice, ?We give you welcome and wishes for a long, productive, and happy life.?The other... echoed that sentiment, as the patriarch circled his newest daughter?s slender waist with his free arm and began guiding her into another part of the house. ?You have many things to see, and learn, but for now, I think something to eat is in order, don?t you??* * * *The following days blended seamlessly into weeks, then months, as. The food was splendid, typical of the kind of dinners that the college always had. Twice a year, every year for three years. Cheap to students, expensive to teaching staff and free to the few minor royals and celebs they got along to grace the high table. After almost two hours worth of food and fantastic wine, (something else that my college was famous for) and some really sweet chat from Gary about a whole range of subjects and joining in comfortably with our banter, the dean announced that. With a soft popping sound, Brad’s still-throbbing cock now fully retreated outside of Wendy’s hungrily-sucking lips, and Wendy protruded her tongue as far as she could, to prolong its contact with his retreating cock head as long as possible. Brad finally stopped trembling from head to toe, and even his non-stop series of deeply-contented moans subsided now. Jane took Brad’s retreat from Wendy’s mouth as her signal to finally stop devouring her husband’s cute little tush. Jane stood up now, and. He was as strong, but not as huskily built as Tom. He was cuter than his brother, but from all that I could tell, didn't have the personality that I liked about Tom."Hi Jon. Sleep well?" I asked him."Sure did. You guys?" Had a good night, thanks," Brandon interjected. The sound of his voice made me feel that he didn't care for Jon too much.Brandon and I headed into the showers. Only two showers were available, as at this time in the morning, everyone was rushing to get ready for class. I could.