I walked over and locked the door to the room as Bill looked up at my wife with hopeful eyes. I looked at Linda with a smile and said, "Come on, Betty... It IS his birthday." I pushed up against Melinda's ass and whispered in her ear, "Come on, baby, you have sucked plenty of cock in your life. This is a nice birthday gift for your grandpa you love. Be Betty for your Grandpa Bill."Linda looked back at me, very hesitant, yet she slowly knelt in front of her grandpa. She looked back and forth. “Yes. It is absolutely essential.”“Hmm… what do you think, Merlin?”“Everything David has said makes perfect sense to me. As well, I have some powers of premonition, and as David was speaking, I was able to catch a glimpse of the future of which he speaks. He tells the truth. I agree with him in placing Sir Lancelot in charge of Camelot.”Arthur nodded. “On your word, old friend, I shall trust him. Sir Lancelot shall have command of Camelot once we set out after Mordred. Sir Kay, when are. My typical workday included eight to twelve hours as Sheila’s shadow and another five to seven hours working in the kitchen or the gardens in the cavern beneath Liberty Mountain. In my free time (ha!), I tried to learn how to fly the drone I was supposed to operate.Occasionally, to catch-up on the political bullshit back home, I took a shift at the communications center. Scores of live global news channels streaming in via satellite were the Sisterhood’s window on the world and an endless. As he said them, we moved together to place his body under me, my weight upon him. I regretted my short stature as I could not kiss him from that position, but he took my hand and sucked my fingers. My thrusts were instinctual rather than planned. He wanted to be fucked and I was fucking him. His body seemed to open to me, I felt I was going right into his centre. This was not going to last long. As I built to my climax, Émile’s long and loud moans filled the room. As my thrusts became heaves.