"Yes, please", she stated not very amused."Okay, see you at... 12:15. Thanks Babe, this is a great idea. I love you.", I stated getting up from my des..., reaching for my jacket with a broad grin on my face.She simply stated, "Okay, see you in a bit."I hurried to my car and drove across town to meet my lovely wife for lunch. I can't describe the elation I felt at this simple gesture on her part.She was seated at a table with a glass of wine when I entered. I touched her on the shoulder and bent. “I was told you were a Colonel,” Van Smit added.David smiled, “Colonel retired, from the Khana Rifles of his Majesty Prince Hazid Ibram Khan of Kanda. Not the British Army, Mr Van Smit.”Van Smit’s expression relaxed a little at this information. “My son and I are trying to start a new home in the German protectorate. I lost my wife and three children in the internment camps. I don’t have much money, but it is gold. My horses are worn out but I have land now. It needs to be tilled and. Noah felt her mother’s back sticking to his abdomen. It was hot and steamy. He thrust as fast as he could, not wanting his mother to slow down the pace for him. He thought he could hold his own. But that position was tiring. Soon, his waist ached and his pace slowed. He rested, lying flat on the bed and his mother lying on her back on top of him, his dick still inside his mother’s pussy. They both panted. Noah then pushed his mother off of him, telling her to lie on her back. He had to move. In a second you press hard against his butt. You can feel his penis. You push it down into your stomach. You can feel the long hard shaft. You can feel the rough hard surface slide across your stomach. The head presses down into you. You can hear him sigh. Then you push on his hips and drive him downward. You hold him hard against you. You can feel his penis hard against you. Pressing through the fabric of your shorts. You move him back and forth. In little circles. You are so wet now that it.