She wrinkled her nose at the first one. It was in the Incest category and already had 57 votes. She rolled her eyes. She ran down the list. No new Spa...king stories. She frowned, but then these days stories didn't stay on the front page very long. Maybe there were some new ones anyway. She clicked the "Spanking" button and the page loaded quickly. Sure enough, the top three stories were ones she hadn't yet seen. One of them caught her interest. It looked like a workplace story. A secretary. Barges docked and wagons rolled into and out of the city, constantly.Roland had gone to several gem merchants, and had sold several gems to three different merchants. So he was flush with money. He had taken a southern barge, and rode it until the river swung sharply east. There, he and his horse had gotten off.The roads this far from the center of the kingdom were just dirt tracks or dirt roads, which were now mud. It was obvious that no work had been done on them. No drainage ditches dug, no. Your dress rises up exposing you smooth thighs. You struggle to reach the book and suddenly feel a hand run over your curves. You are aroused and don't try to stop him, rather abandoning the search for the book and letting his hands explore you. He slides his hands over your curves grasping your hair and bringing your mouth to his. He kisses you passionately and deeply running his hands over your ass as he does. You reach for him feeling his firm muscles under his shirt as you move your fingers. I went inside to do my homework. Mom’s loud moaning was reaching my ears every now and then. She was indeed being fucked hard and was enjoying every bit of it.At around 9:30 in the night, I stepped out of my room as I was hungry. I went to the kitchen but there was nothing to eat. I went into the living room. Mom was still lying on the table and those boys were fucking her continuously.“Mom, I am hungry”, I said.“Nisha, mom is a little busy. I will help you”, said Arun. “Would you like to eat.