His movements toward my pussy were agonizingly slow, and I was loving every delicious second of it. I would begin to feel an orgasm swell and then sub...ide as he moved inch by inch, build and subside, build and subside. He knew exactly what he was doing and I made a mental note to myself that I wanted to do the same to him.When his face finally was between my legs I could feel his hot breath on my clit his tongue snaked out and traced the outline on either side of my pussy. I felt myself trying. You are forbidden.”Kran started to explain “The King -”“-has enough worries without you being involved.”“Migros, CAPTAIN Migros.” Kran bowed to recognise the man’s rank “You need help, His Majesty needs help. I may be able to -”“To kill some women? Oh oh? Want to fight? I could wipe the fucking shitter with you.” Which was possibly true. Migros was a fighter, not so much a warrior, but a fighter. He had learnt that what was good on the battlefield was good in a pub, or the duelling field. There. Rahul: Mom?Shivani: Yes, dear.Rahul: My penis is hard.Shivani: I can feel it, go to the washroom and do it.Rahul: Mom, please, can you do it?Shivani: Rahul! We talked about it, go now, do it, or go to sleep with a hard-on.Rahul: Mom, I tried it by myself, but I didn’t get the same type of pleasure or happiness when you did it. Please, Mom, help me?Shivani could have said no, but that is certainly not what she wanted. She wanted to feel her son’s cock, not just in her hand but in her pussy. It. He pulled out a huge scythe and passed it to me, before getting a slightly smaller one and passed it to Africa.'You used one before?', he asked and we both shook our heads.'Right, if you hear "DROP" then you stop scything. We all scythe together, and then we collect together. You're a couple of feet from everyone else and we move up the field together. To scythe you bring it downwards against the wheat at bottom, you see?'He swung the scythe at the base of the plants and they collapsed in on.