What do you think I said?Back at their place we are having a few drinks and in the comfort of their place they acted a lot more like boyfriends – ho...ding hands and stuff.Ryan did ask me if it bothered me at all. I wasn't at all and I told them that I hadn't seen guys being casual like that in ages – prolly since I was in Vancouver out on the town.As usual conversation turned to sex and we were talking about what we liked. My love for speedos was discussed and Ryan was talking about how he is a. ” Phil started to increase his pace, but after only a minute her realized that he couldn’t hold out. “Make yourself cum for me baby. Cum for me so I can cum in your ass. I am cumming now. Oh Yes. Oh YES. OH YES. GOOOODDDDD.” She felt his hard cock swell then throb rhythmically as he started to spurt hot cum into her. Her mind was screaming at the intensity of the feelings and she released herself to her own intense orgasm. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and she felt as though his cock was. Her presenceindicated both the serious business nature of this marriage contract andits religious and political significance. We ate a rich and leisurelylunch. While mama, the Baroness and Reverend Mother Portia talked atlength about all kinds of details, Dame Oblea and I sat quietly side-by-side, sharing occasional gossip or comments. Several times during themeal I noticed how intently he studied me. I realized that as my motherhad taught me much about being a good girby, Dame Oblea would. “She reminds me of your mother,” Professor Jackson said. “She could be her twin.”“She’s a blond?”“No. She’s a brunette,” he said.“Green eyes?”“No. They’re brown.”“Is she tall?”“Not really.”JJ stared at her father. Her mother was blond, green-eyed, and tall. The woman didn’t sound like her mother at all. She asked, “Has she got any distinguishing characteristics?”“She’s got a few scars and she lost her left hand,” Professor Jackson answered.Sid and Mike chuckled thinking he was joking.Professor.