His uniform was all sleek grays and blacks, with a floating great coat and a high cap with an imperial eagle emblazoned on the front. His gold armband... glittered, stark against black, and his jackboots clicked – almost louder than the whirr thump of his power armored escorts.“Akin,” Father said, smiling and reaching out – and Bosch took his hand.“King Benoit,” Bosch said, while more Federals – mostly officers – emerged from behind him in the shuttle. “And this is your ... son?”He turned to face. Pulling down his jeans and boxers she got on her knees beside him, licking his inner thighs all the way up to where his balls hung. Kissing them softly she took her hand and grasped the rock hard shaft, enjoying how it pulsed in her hand. His hardness for her always made her wet even when he hadn't touched her and now was no different. Seeing his swollen head ooze with pre cum she could not help but lap it up with her tongue. He always tasted so good, she thought to herself as she continued. I did the sniff test. Her thong was wet, and I could smell something else ... how do you describe the scent of a cummed in pussy? Especially a pussy that has only ever been yours? It was a weird revelation. I know her cunt smells like after I've filled it – but it wasn't my spunk – it was different.She really was fucking around.My heart did somersaults. I had dreamed of setting this up – but there I was standing in our room, holding underwear with pussy and cummy stains.But my usually. I held back from telling her what I had been seeing every day. We started going out to the same park regularly, and within the next couple of meetings, she had started allowing me not only to fondle her breasts, but squeeze them too. Her breasts would fit very well in my palms, and looked like I was squeezing oranges. While I was playing with her breasts, she allowed me to massage her thighs, and she in turn massaged mine. Whenever I tried to put my hands inside her Top, she would move them.