‘Hello, miss.’ He greeted in his deep voice. At his approach, she jumped, startled by the sheer size of him. Her hand jerked in reaction, causing...a cloud of ash to form. ‘Oh, Pete, you gave me a fright.’ She coughed and tried to clear the cloud with a brush of her hand. ‘Barty should be hiring maids to do this.’ He said matter of factly. He bent down on one knee and started to take the small shovel from her hand. ‘No, you better let me. Or else Mrs. Barts will have my head.’ She cast him a. Prepare for combat.”“Yes, sir!” Aolan barked, relieved that someone in Fleet had some sense, as over-ruling Amantil was a very, very bad idea, particularly as Flasko was ignoring the presence of a Cure and the Imperial bodyguard along with a very important asylum seeker.“Regnat flotilla is moving into attack positions,” Comms announced.“Shields to full. No one to fire unless we are fired upon,” Aolan ordered.“Yes, sir!”“Order the Vestra to launch their bombers and fighters,” Flasko ordered.. Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son included! I heard them come in and decided to make an entrance….I figured if we kept them off guard, we could keep control of the situation. I grabbed some slices of pizza and went around the corner to the living room…’Hello boys…care for some pizza?’ Jaws dropped…and I could feel 10 eyes drilling holes through my clothes…and my son gasped…’Mom!?!’. The Thomas boy…Rick…who had started. I find myself getting wetter and wetter as he moves his lips closer to my cunt. Then, he slides my panties aside and spreads me open with his fingers. I cant help but moan quietly. I want him so badly. He slides a finger inside my pussy and I gasp. He grins and says, Look whos wet. He slides my panties all the way off. I smile to myself, happy to finally be experiencing what its like to be eaten out. He replaces his finger and slowly fucks me, increasing the speed slightly every second. I moan.