..Suddenly, everyone got quiet and I looked up. The Volkonskys had entered the great room, on their way to breakfast.It was an awkward silence, until ...Trealyn dropped her father's hand and made a beeline to me. She stopped directly in front of me, unsure what to do next. So I took her hand and knelt in front of her, my eyes almost level with hers."Trealyn, I want you to know how sorry I am for hurting you like I did. I would like to make it up to you by showing you something very special," I. ”“Oh yes, it’s delicious. She is baking you something as a thank you,” he said without a trace of the lie in his face. He had concocted a version of Susan Fitzgerald especially for Mrs. McCarthy.“You are very lucky. Young women today are all ‘my career this’ and ‘my career that.’ They have no time for making a home for their families,” she said.“Yes, I’m a very fortunate man ... but, you went to the kitchen to make a pot roast?”“Oh, no, silly, I was merely taking the meat out to defrost.”“I. .. To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time, long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, servicing a very hot. Her body ached and her jaw was sore from the glory hole. Her knees were sore and red from all the crawling around. She looked at herself in the mirror and started to cry. Her face was covered in dried cum and her hair was stuck to the side of her face and stiff from being coated in cum. She looked down at her body and everywhere she looked was white crusty dried cum. Her thoughts went back to being on her knees sucking and jerking off what must have been three dozen cocks at the glory hole late.