She had kissed me too, but how much of that had been Sarah and how much Princess Allura? For all I knew, she had kissed hundreds of boys, a thought th...t admittedly made me a little jealous. Maybe she just thought I was a kid, an immature little boy that was fun to play with. Maybe her feelings toward me were like a younger brother, or worse, like a pet dog.No, I couldn't believe that. My Sarah wouldn't be so cruel. Didn't she say she wanted to marry me? Okay, maybe that was Princess Allura. My hand was already on my own cock, wrapped around its base. I spat, slicking my shaft warm saliva, stroking my palm along my length. My other hand played with my balls, tugging and squeezing, wishing it was Mom's hot mouth wrapped around them. I let out a slow breath, pleasure fluttering pleasantly in my gut. "Oooh, fuck me!" Mom said to her on-screen lover, looking up to him. Her long fiery hair was wild, rebellious strands falling over her gorgeous, flushed face. "Damn . . .. " What?" Ain't gonna happen Burt." I'll pay you obviously," replied Ann crossly, reaching into her pocket."Keep your money Burt," said the coachman. "It ain't about that and youknow it. You could give me an hundred pounds and I wouldn't let you ridein there. It's not for the likes of you. It's only for the quality." Quality?" If'n the earl saw you inside of there we'd both of us be out of a job." But I have money," said Ann plaintively, almost petulantly."Money don't change the fact that you're. "I'm flattered I turn you on like this."Then, back to business. 'Bandage is all done, you can turn onto your back now."She made no move to get off the couch as I readjusted the way I was laying, her right hip firmly against mine. She shocked me once again as her right hand glided over the cotton fabric covering my straining rod, giving it a slight squeeze as she looked me in the eyes. "Can I see it?"Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Bell eased the fingers of both hand inside the waistband of.