I want The Cause to think the men are deserting them or just vanishing into a black hole of some sort.The blacksmith finishes the wanted metal parts b...y the end of the third day so he delivers them with a carpenter and some quality hardwood I asked for. The carpenter is a young bachelor so he has no problems setting up to stay with us for a few days to work inside our inner circle where he won’t be seen by anyone. Well, he had no troubles until a few of the older daughters decide he might make a. My photo in the paper was sufficient to prompt several relatives to come forward and own up that I was one of their clan and the arrangements were made without my consent because my eyes had a certain blankness that preempted any discussion.You can call me Honey, but my real name is Patricia Westminster and for most of my adult life I was addressed as “Lady Patricia” by friends and strangers alike. I always felt a little foolish being called “Lady” because a lot of the time my thoughts about. The bulge in pants pressed against my stomach. He held me tight as he gave me a long passionate kiss. It was the type of kiss that made me weak in the knees and instantly wet, i would have fallen but he was holding me so tight. After the kiss he looked me deep in the eyes and guided me down onto my knees. The bulge in his slacks was now at my eye level now. I keeled patently in front of him as he took his jacket off, belt, then unbottoned his pants. As he unzipped his slacks his cock. “Oh when you call me Mommy you turn my insides to liquid, call me Mommy and make love to me.”She rolled off me onto her back, she took him with her, he was still in her and he was on top.“Make love to me Tommy, make love to me.”He slowly began to stroke into her and said, “I love you Mommy.”“Is it ok Mommy,” he asked.As though she was reading his mind she answered, “It’s ok, those years are long past.”He kept it slow, even when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tighter he kept it.