Then in rewind, instant replay in multitude, he stroked his cock into mom's cunt. Up it went to bump the nubs deep, out it withdrew but never losing c...ntact - always at the exact angle of engagement to slide back into the soft home and hump her once more. And again, again the to and fro of churning her chute, shuttling the thick spindle of stiff meat; while the hairy sacks of sperm boinged on her butt. The charge in his flashlight of love grew; it was lightning wound in a spring coil of high. Yet she can hear his voice. ‘Why do you pick that bitter little herb, my love? Do you wish to destroy the bonny bairn we made in our play?’ ‘I shall never bear the child of a forest ælf!’ Her cheeks are blood red with rage, no longer a sickly green. She has been so frail and ill these past months, but one touch from him and the life has come back into her. She holds her knife to her belly. ‘If you don’t let me take the herb, then I will cut the child from my body.’ Just then she feels his arms. "Out here, you're more like my squire. My little acolyte that I'm saddled with. I have my doubts if you'll even be useful."v"I'm plenty useful," I huffed. "I know magics and have healing potions. You will be thankful of my presence. If not, I will just ride back to the temple."Please, do not be thankful.I held my breath as she gave me a considering look. Her blue eyes grew considerate. "No. I need you. You are my witness that I have performed my Quest and keeping you alive is part of the task.. ” She then looked down on his cock which, to her amusement, was in a half-mast state, not completely flaccid, but it wasn’t a full blown erection either. She thought to herself, That seems appropriate. Still looking at his cock, she places the hairbrush on the couch, “Let’s not take a risk by having you dirty up my skirt with any of your nasty slime, shall we.” She unzips her skirt and shimmies out of it, placing it at the far end of the couch. “After all we’ve learnt we can always use your.