Many of the smaller rooms in the higher levels were simply cavities that were bare or filled with the items he had brought back from his travels, borr...wed, bartered for or that had been left for whatever reasons best known to his visitors.Other chambers, mostly in the east trunk, were spelled as food preservation rooms, and they stored the grains, fruits and vegetables that he harvested from his fields each year. He even had a cold store for when he butchered one of his camla or woollies or had. He was only in the ensuite, but it was too far, I needed to have my hands on him, my mouth, I needed to show him how much this gesture meant, that it didn’t go unappreciated. ‘Beau! Quick! The bed’s trying to swallow me!’ I could hear his booming laughter a minute before he stepped into my line of site. So there was my dashing fiancé, in all his rugged glory. He was only wearing an old washed out pair of blue jeans and an old band t-shirt that was one size too small for his broad chest and. Sara’s hands stroked my calf, and slowly worked their way up. By the time they had reached my thighs I was very erect. Sara’s hands reached my balls, and then pulled away. “You don’t mind do you” Sara softly whispered. “No, why should I?” I replied, “if you are OK with this, I am”. “OK, but tell me if I hurt you”. The hands fondled my balls as I felt the weight of Sara’s body on my legs. I felt the pressure of here erect nipples, and Sara deliberately made sue she rubbed them on my legs. Then. He started fucking me in the last year too and learnt me how to suck his cock perfectly. Mom wasnt suspicious of our relationship at all. I would suck him off during the TV game and had really gotten to like his big knob, especially when his cock got so hard and seemed to tense in my mouth before he came a warm spurt. We would go to outdoor sporting events too. People just thought I was his ten year old kid so it was never suspicious. Fred would suck me on the way and me him sometimes while he.