He wrinkled his nose with distaste. "I hate broccoli!" "You've never tried broccoli," she corrected mildly. She gently guided him to his chair, ...letting her palms rub over his chest as she bent over him and whispered into his ear, "you might just like it." He gave her a puzzled look as she slid into her own seat. "I don't like it," he reiterated, picking up his spoon and pushing the vegetable to the edge of his plate so it couldn't contaminate his precious steak and fries. Gretchen. " accusingly the continued" Was that you’re daughter?Still feeling like a jerk, He looked at “Kelly” the attractive mid 20’s pixie cut brunette sadly. “Yeah. No. I mean. I’m not married. Her mother just dumped her on my doorstep and left to go find herself.”“I watched you guys in the isles. She wants you to eat better.” Holding up the bunch of bananas.“No more frozen dinners for you. I don’t know what you said to piss her off. But you better make it right. If her mom took off and left she’s. He would stop at the first inn that he saw.About five minutes into the city he found a likely place to eat.The sign proclaimed it the Stags Head Inn. He left his horse outside with a boy who accepted a copper penny from Dev, as he assured Dev that the horse would be looked after until Dev returned for him.Dev entered the inn, and took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark interior. A long bar took up most of one side of the inn. Rough plank long tables were placed in the center of the. I kissed Olga on her lips. Her tongue was furiously fiddling with mine. Brunda came in and stuck her head between us with her tongue out. Now we 3 were again kissing each other together with my dick fucking Olga.Probably this three-way smooch opened her floodgates and Olga orgasmed – her 3rd of that night! Olga was exhausted. She slumped onto the bed and in no time drifted off to sleep. I had not yet cummed and Brunda knew this. She sat on my dick and started riding it. “Aaahh son fuck me.