"She's a fucking waste of space. All Mum ever does is mainline and turn tricks for arseholes." Not like you, of course," said Babushka Oxana sardonica...ly, despite knowing that any hint of reproof would be totally lost on her wayward granddaughter."Fuck no," said Olive affronted. "My mum's a fucking pin-cushion. I'd never stick needles in my arm and I'm not a fucking whore."But now, just two weeks later, Olive wasn't sure about the truth of either assertion. Survival would be well nigh. Part way through the wrapping and the conversation, there was a knock at my door. John told me to get it, and call him right back so he knew I was okay.I went and answered the door, and instantly smiled. There, standing on my front step was John. There truly wasn't anything I wanted more."Call you back to make sure I was okay, sure. I can't believe you're here, I'm so excited!"No words were needed, just a long kiss. Eventually, we finished wrapping gifts, and went to bed.My kids knew John, not. .. married to the heiress of Lord Randyll Tarly himself! That would make Samwell Tarly, the Grand Maester, his brother-in-law, too. What do you think, dear ... and what do you think, Salladhor Saan?” Lord Davos asked both his wife and his old friend at once.“It’s an excellent match, to be sure. What do you think, Abrey?” Lady Marya wondered.“Certainly a good one, m’lady,” Abrey blushed and curtsied yet again, not used to being put on the spot.“Speaking of matches, I don’t suppose that I’ll get. She then rolled onto her side and put one leg up over his. I could see Ana gently playing with his cock, no doubt very pleased with herself and admiring his young tool. Now her little hand was pumping his cock, that was getting hard again.Ana slid her leg the rest of the way over him so that she straddled his cock, impaling herself onto it. She moved back and forth, until she soon arched her back and came screaming like a bitch in heat.But this young bastard was not done yet.Ana dismounted him.