It was a large room, and there was a large bed. On it was a man who surely looked to be on his last legs. He had a wound in his side that was obviousl... festering. Anybody who had ever been on a battlefield after a major battle would have seen such a wound many times, and the victim never recovered. I almost cried when I saw Lord Bushton lying there in that state. In fact, a few tears did escape my eyes. Both Lady Bushton and Gwendolyn saw those tears and knew what they meant. Both women gasped,. She sat up on all fours, biting her lip and whimpering a little as she felt Stephens hand spread the cold, wet gel around her sensitive hole. It warmed up after a second, and she sighed, then squealed as Stephens hand slapped the side of her ass. The bedsprings creaked and she felt him moving behind her. She gripped the headboard with both hands, bracing herself, promising that she wouldnt cry out when the next one came, but then unable to stop a small Oh! when Stephens strong hand came down on. . and now ... May I touch it?”“Sure, wrap your hands around it and hold it, I want to ask you some questions.” Jill stepped up to Tom, reached out and grabbed his cock. She just stood there holding it, feeling it throbbing in her hand. “Do you like holding it?”“Ohh ... dad, it’s like a dream come true.” She was dressed like Rebecca was when she appeared.Tom put his hand on her shoulder. “Jill are you and Rebecca ... you know ... intimate? Jill? Do you like ... girls?” She was blushing and. I can play too!"So, are you going to tell me your news, or as usual, are you just going to act like a twat?!"I smirked. "Well, seeing how you asked me so eloquently, how could I possibly refuse to tell you, my sweet?"Giggle. "You're always suspicious of me when I'm too polite, just like you are with Jess, so I thought I'd be like you and be rude!"Ah, Jess, my sweet, 'butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth' daughter. A girl who when she reached double figures, seemed to suddenly develop a head way.