“Pound me. Mmm, yes. You don’t want your wife to catch you in here with me.” I giggled, my voice so breathy now. “Oh, no, you wouldn’t. She�...�s not a bimbo like me. She doesn’t understand how yummy and marshmallowy good this is!”His hands swept up my body, grabbing my tits. “You are fucked up, girl. But I love your cunt.”“It’s the bestest,” I giggled, writhing my hips, loving how his hands massaged my big, soft titties.My nipples ached and tingled as he pulled down the top of my dress. He pinched. Let's go fuck." I wish that you'd make your intentions a little clearer so that I could understand exactly what you wanted." I can be a little vague sometimes and I'm sorry. I mean that I want you to take me into the bedroom and fuck me until I can't breathe." The picture is beginning to get a little clearer." He took her bag in one hand and her hand in the other and dragged them into the house and into the bedroom.No more formalities. He laid her on the bed and proceeded to take off his shirt. Sure wished she was here. I'm afraid I'm not very good with flowers and such."Carol Biggins lived across the street. It was the beginning of summer and she was home from collage. She knelt on the grass facing him and started pulling weeds."I know you miss her. We all do very much." Thank you. It's nice to know she will always be remembered, " he replied finally looking at her. His heart skipped a beat when he looked her and the tight sweater she was wearing. It showed the very large size of her. What the hell does it have to do with me?" Merlin, I'm warning you. Stop beating 'round the bush and just spit it out!" Arthur said."Very well, your majesty..." Emory said with heat of his own. "Erin you are the last member of a once powerful royal family. There, is that better!" Emory glared at Arthur."Erin, perhaps I should take over this tale, as this is not Merlin's forte?" When Erin nodded mutely, Arthur picked up the narrative."Are you familiar with the story of the fall of Russia to the.