” Even after telling him of the reputed mystical properties of my sword, that had thrashed him before, were purely fictional and would not see the w...man victorious against him,would not appease Sir Steibhian. Although I was only a Captain at the time, I still knew honor, and refused his demands of retracting my offer to the squire. At this, the unhappy knight did stab my left hand with a dagger, pinning it to the table. I do not know if this was done out of revenge for “wounding” his honor,. ..yes I do”I stuttered out, and Jane smiled before responding “I bet you do. Now, do you have any wine”. I nodded and walked past her to the kitchen, glancing down the massive cleavage as I passed, catching a glimpse of a red lace bra. I soon returned with a glass of white wine and a beer for myself, and I enquired where Jane had been and why she was dressed like that. “Well, you don’t know this but I used to be a teacher” Jane began. “I retired a couple of years ago but still keep in touch. I touched the purple head with my tongue. Then closed my lips around it. I copied what Mum had been doing. I took as much as I could, then felt Mums hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. Just when I thought I’d gag, she took her hand away. I came up for air.“Polly, when you need to breath, come up, but keep working you tongue, look like this,” she said.She ran her tongue down the length of the shaft, down to his balls. “Now you,” she said. Then she pulled her silky nightie over her. Mom always had boyfriends as far back as I can remember. Three or four of them lived with us at different times, but they never stayed for long. Then She met Butch, and he moved in soon after.Butch was Mom's first black man. He had recently been released from state prison, but Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was.