" And do you think my uncle would look kindly on you doing battle with a minstrel?" Legs exclaimed. "Can you imagine what a laughingstock would be mad... of him from the sea to King Sid's domain? If you won, his guard slew a minstrel. No one would ever trade with High Castle again. There would never be entertainment and he would be vilified by every minstrel in the land until someone took umbrage enough to attack and conquer him. And if you lost, he would be ridiculed for not being able to train. ' I attached the photo of my pussy seeping Eric's and Albert's sperm and hit send. I would get Oscar to 'clean me up' before bed time. I might even let him fuck me first. My phone quickly 'binged', indicating Oscar's response, but I chose to wait until I was on the metro headed home before I engaged in any further dialog with my husband. Quietly, I exited the bedroom, found my panties and stepped into them. I saw a pen and paper on the desk in the room and wrote: 'Danke, Irene', and placed. She knew that she and Peter had escaped death but atwhat cost? They were now members of the congregation of the Sons ofJehovah, committed for life.There was a soft rapping on the door and Sarah entered holding two ginand tonics. She sat next to Mila and offered her a glass which she tooksilently."Do you mind if I drink?" Sarah asked.Mila burst out laughing. It started as a deep down chuckle, became aloud cackle and finally a shriek. The shriek metamorphosed into a soband then a crying jag. . "Wow that's a lot", I'm sure you can do it mom. "Ok if you think so, You eat up while I go get cleaned up for the day". She garbed her towel and bag from the tent and headed for the bath house." Be back soon". My cock rose like a skysc****r.I wolfed down my eggs and ran to the bath house. I look around only moms towel was hanging on the door the same door as always. I garbed the bucket and tiptoed in the same stall. I set up the bucket i could hear the water running and mom humming, I pulled.