A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because...he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body still remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting it had changed.During this exact moment in a very different world, a man died. He will not be missed by many, for he was. I thought I would also get my kid brother to go hunting with me that coming Saturday morning and take in his high school basketball game on Friday night. There was not a home game in Athens since the Dawgs were playing the University of Tennessee up in Knoxville, so that settled the deal for me on deciding to visit my family for weekend. Mary Beth though didn’t like the idea of me going home for weekend and she pouted some about it. Her pouting reminded me of Jennifer. As I often did when I’d. 'Hmmmm, I don't think so,' she says, undoing her dark hair and shaking her head so that it hangs just below her shoulders. 'At least, not before you've knocked off some of your debt.' She eases down on the bed and reaches across to squeeze my hard dick. 'So what's it to be -- front or rear?'This is a no brainer. She knows I'm an arse man and, apart from the fact that I get a real kick out of eating her butt, I know that arse licking leads to arse dicking. With a growl I roll her onto her froont. Your ass is pink from your spanking and the base of the plug is nestled between your cheeks.I decide to fuck with you a little. Your ass still filled with the plug, I turn you over and lay my naked body against yours, head to toe, kissing you hard like I could eat you, pressing my pussy against your cock. Then I look into your eyes and warn you not to come…not yet. Moving down, I take your cock in my hand, making you jump a little. I slowly run my tongue around the head, watching you watch me..