I put my hand on her rounded rump and enjoyed the feeling, warming quickly. A minute or two later, Lucy, as bare as her sister, was climbing to my lef... side, saying across my chest, "Be careful of his leg. I'm sure it hurts."Her small hand crawled down my belly and plowed through my hair to find the wide base of my shriveled member. She cupped it and my hard scrotum in her hand and nuzzled my chest."That feels awful good," I said."Thought it might," she said, wriggling still closer as my hand. . could you make that luncheon date for today?" Cindy asked hopefully. "It... it would be appreciated. I have... something to talk to you about." Of course. I have some leftover roast beef, and I'll make some sandwiches and we'll have a nice chat. How does that sound?" Wonderful!" Cindy said, breathing almost with relief. "What time?" Mmm, in about an hour. Say at eleven." I'll be there!" Cindy promised, and hung up.The Taylor home was in another section of town. It wasn't in the finest area,. It hinted at the madness that House Targaryen had been known for, and I wondered if this defeat hadn't snapped her hold on sanity. "My family built the Iron Throne. It is mine by right."And then she launched into the usual spiel- how she revived her dragons from stone, how she didn't burn from fire, how she unified the Dothraki. It made sense, from a certain perspective, that there was a higher power at play in her life.All of Daenery's accomplishments were an unbroken chain of lucky. It was deep brown with a slim pinkcenterline that showed where her lips parted. The topof the slit looked like the eye of a needle with herclit as the thread poking out through it. There was nota hair anywhere to be seen, she was shaved as smooth asa baby’s bottom. I had seen her mother’s cunt enoughover the past week to see the family resemblance. I slid my hands around her ass, and she squeaked insurprise as I licked her clit. She trembled a little,and then I knew her confidence.