." I turned to the Queen beside me and asked, "You do use money here right?" Yes, but it's called krilou," she said."... I don't want you to spend you... hard-earned krilou to buy a dress or outfit for our date. It is not needed. It is not the dress that I am inviting to the castle, it is you. A present may be wrapped in fine, glittery paper and bows, but it's what is inside that paper that is the gift. And so it is with you. You are my gift, not that fancy new dress. So save your money for what. Upon its end, Kim shifts behind her fellow companion, spooning her and gently caressing her as they watch the long and amazing fuck. They can’t guess how many orgasms the widow probably achieves, and unlike Matta’s, they have a distance of time between them. Like hers though, they do seem to strengthen. The two can’t help achieving sympathetic orgasms, much smaller than the ones they observe, but very nice. Each stroke the others’ pussy to help, Matta reaching behind her to find Kim’s. Like. This body turned you on, made your dick so hard. I was so embarrassed, but told mom that yes she turned me on. Mom stood there for a minute, she was thinking. Then she asked me if I could keep a secret, a secret that could never be told to any body. I promised her and assured her that I would never tell a soul. Mom said okay and then she dropped her panties. I could not take my eyes off her dark haired bush. She walked over to the bed and climbed in. I watched her body move, the look in her. And then he started laughing and told me that the area was also quite well known for "another reason" that you won't find in any tourist guide. I pushed him on this and he leant closer and told me that there was a well known dogging area about a mile and a half down the road. This was more what i wanted to hear and i managed to get a bit more information before Mrs O appeared and we made our way to dinner.During the course of the evening i brought this up with Mrs O and she seemed genuinely.