I was fucking her pussy with my toungelike a mad and it was to hot and she pressed my head towards her pussy. Suddenly her head get leaned back and li...s of her pussy got tensed and she was moaning louder, she has cummed in my mouth and idrank it all uuuuuuuummmmmmmhhhhh what ataste!!!!!! By then my cock was got its full size as urging her to suck it. I laid on the back on the bed and started to play with my cock pinching on my red cap, licking the balls and kissing the cock very. Someone who'd hug me and share my laughter... and my tears. Someone who'd give me emotional support. Someone who'd care.Mercy? Yes, I could certainly use a little mercy, and with a capital M at that.A week later I called and asked her out to dinner.She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just listened... and when the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her. .. Oh, god, I love the way you lick my pussy."Despite being such a young man, Tristan's oral talents were beyond reproach. And with the warm, tingling sensation approaching a crescendo in the depths of her belly, Doris soon cried out, arched her back, and roughly gripped his hair with clenched, sweaty fingers, as wave after wave of a tsunami-like orgasm rippled though her body. After her groans and contortions had abated, the two cuddled together once more; suckling each other's tongues. Still. “The trouble with that is that I’ve already sired three bastards, by my own sister to boot ... and to sire more on top of those three with Mole’s Town whores ... It’s not the most comforting thought, that my legacy stops with a tyrant, a weakling, and a poisoner’s victim. Did you know ... Myrcella knew that I was her real father ... she already knew! She told me so just minutes before she died, and also that she was glad that I was her true father ... it was a very touching moment, just before.