You had sworn an oath to keep the grown and kingdom safe against anything and up to this point you had been more than successful.You were a hardened w...rrior at barely 26 and thanks to your intense training many considered you to be the best of the best. No other soldier could even compare, struggling to even keep up against you when sparring. This has lead to your fellow knights giving you respect, but also to many of them feeling distrustful of what you could do.Many admired you, not only. At thirteen, he was now the man of the house and he worried about her. “Mom, we’re out of milk and you need coffee,” he told her after she finally emerged from her cocoon of a room. “And can you pick me up some Sharpies? I wanna trick out my board.” “So, you want a variety of colors, then?” she asked him as she brushed her long brown hair. She wasn't in the best of moods today, and Shawn picked up on that, immediately. “Yeah, if it’s okay?” She lowered the brush and smiled at him, “I’m sorry,. . I'm in pain," he groaned. "I need to go to the bathroom or something." Or something?" she asked."Yeah. I need to ... you know."She gasped and her gaze went straight to his shorts. The stain was larger now. "You're going to ... jerk off?" Yeah" he groaned. "It sort of builds up and hurts until I release the pressure." He started to get up."No! Wait!" she yelled. He stopped and turned, puzzled. "Can you ... do it ... here? Can I ... see you do it?"Brad was actually glad at that very moment that. Of course instead of dressing comfortable, I only had time to wear what I had worn to work and then my plan was to change in the plane's restroom. I was still wearing my white top with a black pleated skirt with nude hose and my Karen Scott Holdenn black leather boots that went just under my knees with a two inch heel. I found my seat in the back which was row 22, seat one, right next to the window. I sat down exhausted and my feet hurt. I took my boots off and sat them in the seat next to me..