I asked her whether it was any wrong to kiss my mother. But she told me that while kissing I put my hand on her waist and pressed it slightly. I then ...eplied that it was her fault to appear beautifully to a handsome boy. We then laughed. This continued.I started to occasionally hug her from behind and kissing her on the cheeks and fore head. The intensity of hug increased from the first time to the later times. This was not enough. I wanted her to realize that she is beautiful. So, I started to. “It won’t work,” she said smiling up at me. “I have a ward around myself, and you would be quite unable to penetrate it, and that’s what I want to talk to you about,” she continued.“About a ward?” I asked confused. I knew enough about Magic from our briefings to know that it was some kind of protective spell.“Yes, you should have been able to sense the ward and also that I was in the apartment. You obviously sensed something, as you had your weapon drawn to face an intruder,” she told me, but. " Are you?" she said, finishing her drink and setting her glass down carefully. She pushed the platter of food toward me. "I've eaten," she said. "you must be careful who you talk to. The country is full of Tories and most of the men went off long ago to fight, back in '76 or even before, except for those loyal to the king. So if you find any men that are not really very young or very old, they are unlikely to be for independency." That sounds like good advice," I said, around a bite of chicken. He ducks his head down and ravages her clit as he finger fucks her and she scratches her arms and scores her chest trying to release the pleasure she’s feeling, the over stimulus. As she cums once more and lays in the afterglow, limp and relaxed he stands up from the couch and in one motion strips his shirt off. He unbuckles his belt and she bites her lip as he wraps the belt around his fist. He sees this and tells her to turn over, she does so slightly nervous and he leans down by the side of.