I am so fucking wet right now!” Matt reached his hands down to her ass and squeezed. He then slid them up her lower back to the strings in the middl... of her back. He tugged on them lightly as they broke free, falling to her sides, letting her tits bounce free. He again reached around to roughly squeeze her tits. “Your tits feel so good. Do you like when I grab them rough?” Matt asked. “Mmmm-hmmm. Do what you want to them. Do what you want to me. Make me your fuck slut!” she cried. Matt pulled. In return Scott received some fantastic bolts of cloth, silk if he wasn't mistaken. They also traded for fresh food and were soon on their way once more.They passed the Balearic Islands and sailed on towards Sardinia and Italy, landing for a while at Civitavecchia. Here Scott hired some horses and twenty of them rode the twenty or so miles to Rome itself. All agreed that Rome was an impressive sight, historic buildings existing even in the ninth century. Of course, the locals looked at them. You see, I grew up hating my father while feeling helpless and empathetic toward mother. As an early teenager I used to have dreams of being a knight and saving mom, the queen, from the evil king, dad. Yes I was attracted to her - partially out of love and partially because she is rather physically attractive. I tried to tell her how much I thought she was pretty and how much I loved her but my adolescent fumbling words were like wisps of smoke to fathers dominant black force.So, years later, I. Then they would take turns on random passes taking just the head in their mouth or licking the pre-cum from the slit. I don't recall how long they continued but for the first time in my life my entire body became aware of my approaching orgasm. Toes curled, my knees locked, i swear I could feel my balls emptying into my shaft, pulsing, pushing, throbbing spurting "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhJeeeeeeeeeshhh''. I watched the largest amount of cum to ever leave my body in one shot, dance 6.