“Evening, Lance”“Good Day, my Liege.”You can always tell when Lancelot is sucking up. He stops calling me Arty, and reverts to my title. “St...op with the cock sucking, Lance.”“If you say so.”There is no real problem with Lancelot, he is a fine man, and a great warrior. But I’m a jealous fool. His face could be chiselled by God’s very own hands. The man fears no one, and has killed more men that the plague. Yet the same man is so soft, he would jump from his horse to help an elderly lady carry her. After a long day at work, it felt good to be locked inside this darkness and pretend that I wasn’t Maya anymore. Instead I could embrace the Maya that I was inside. The woman who worked hard during the day, but also needed to have a good fucking when wrapped in darkness. My hands felt his hard chest and abdomen. I could feel rigid muscles. And I knew that my touch turned him on. His cock grew hard and was grinding against me. His breathing became heavy and I could feel his chest rising against. I drew her to me, hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, still sweaty from her exertions.She looked up at me and kissed my lips – short pecking taps – and pressed her mound against me. Her manner changed; the flirting slut was re-emerging.‘You’re not angry are you? Your dick is very hard.’ she said, rubbing it slowly through my pants. ‘Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want to slide inside me and feel his sticky cum against your dick?’The coy and guilty wife had slipped away again and. Don't cry, honey?I've needed some help with you for a while And really? Kerismiled. ?How is a one hundred ten pound little baby girl supposed to controla 220 pound attack-dog lawyer and rugby player?? Gerry rolled his eyes.She'd done it well enough so far. ************************************************************************ Keri's long French nails stroked the tip of Packer's cock, and trailedup and down his purple vein, before stroking the sensitive area just belowthe glans vigorously..