Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and t...ied to make sense of it.The seed is strong.Jon Arryn was an expert in economical questions, but Lyonel doubted he was telling them to look out for a good harvest in the near future. Lysa, Jons wife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right mind would. I never thought I would love the taste of pussy so much, especially a squirting one. I've never had that happen to me." Me neither...but now I have a goal! I really loved this. What an orgasm! Only now, it really confuses me. I mean, how come men, and by that I mean my husband, won't eat me like that? What a treat!" Aha! You touched upon a curiosity," I offered. "I suppose it has something to do with those pheromones. For some, the smell and taste of pussy drives them wild. For others, it does. Without thinking about what she was doing, she reached for the top button of her sweater. She opened it, to let some air in, but she still felt warm. She moved her hand downward slightly, and undid the second button. Maybe that would be a little better. She felt weak and dizzy. She leaned against Henry for support. She felt as though she might slide off the couch at any minute. When Henry saw her opening the buttons of her sweater he knew that the Sure-breed was beginning to take effect. When. Guys in cars and trucks were coming in there right and left. I stayed in the car and she strolled by the comfort station, pausing to study the big map board like she was lost and looking for the right road. She was wearing a tight tank top, with no bra that really emphasized her nipples and big breasts. She also had on some sexy come fuck me pumps, with a short little skirt that barely covered her ass, without panties of course. She basically looked like a truck-stop whore looking for action..