I was so fucking hard thinkinghow things were going to be. She didn’t think so but by not reporting me she was accepting me,accepting the inevitabl.... I wanted her right now but I knew I should wait. I would let her thinkI got the message. I did get the message, just not the one she thought. She was going to be my little fuck princess.I kept thinking all kinds of delicious thoughts. Dads little cum hole. My personal little pussy. My little hoe. I waited for the right time. It would be. I now a cock either side of me, I had a quick look at one and then the other and looked between them and took a sip of my drink, well more like a gulp as I gave out a little cough. “You okay Mrs Jones” a lad asked before taking the drink from me and handing me a tissue.“They don’t feel the same either Mrs Jones, here” one of them said as he took my hand a put it on his cock, I did not pull it away, and then the other lad put his cock in my other hand.“You look so fucking hot with a cock in both. Maine usse compliment karna start kiya aur usne bhi meri body ki tareef ki. Phir maine usse poocha ki uska husband kya karta hai. Woh thodi sad ho gayi aur boli ki uska husband usko time hi nai deta hai, din bhar bahar rehta hai.Maine bola, “Aapka husband gadha hai, jo itni khoosoorat biwi ko ghar par akela chod jaata hai. Agar main hota toh…” aur main wahin par ruk gaya.Usne bade excitement main poocha, “Tum hote toh?” Maine kaha, “Chodo bhabhi, aap bura maan jaogi.” Usne kaha, “Tension mat. At least I was beginning to get into the swing of things since most of the 833AD females were obedient and more than willing to service male needs without hesitation. However, the likelihood of finding true love in such a situation seemed utterly ridiculous since the name of the game was survival and attention to the needs of lust more than the ideals of a loving relationship. Love in this age was a luxury for the rich and high-born and not for the common folk of the day. I looked at the.