He sent what was probably the least valuable of his ships with us, a cargo ship. It was short, wide, and slow. It had a fancy name, “Meadow Crest”... or something, but we took to referring to it as “Michael’s Cow”. I don’t think the crew liked it, but what were they going to do? They could scowl, or they could laugh. Either would have the same effect on us. It got stuck with the transports and the Mayor’s advisors/observers/spies stayed on Flying Arrow so that they could converse with Tom.We were. My fingers parted her thick, swollen lips and my face was inches from her gorgeous pussy, enjoying both the incredible aroma and the beauty of her swollen pink pussy lips with the drops of juices that clung to them. "Mmm, Angela, you have a beautiful pussy, so wet and pink and it smells so nice. I can't wait to see if you taste as good as you look!" "Ohhh..." she moaned at my words, knowing that her torment was far from over. Her moan turned to a high pitched squeal as I buried my face in her. He found the shirt that she had worn last night, pleased that the maid hadn't arrived yet, so the laundry wouldn't be done. He held the shirt in his hands, focusing on the clothing. His eyes grew dark, ebony pools of liquid shadow that replaced the whites of his eyes. He felt an electric current leap from the shirt, passing along his body."Magic!" he growled, dropping the garment to the floor. He stared at it, his mind racing, trying to figure out who the hell had cast a spell on his daughter.. I broke off the kiss and started to kiss and lick down her neck towards her very ample chest. My first stop was going to be her tits and her hard nipples - my hands grasped her tits - hefting them and weighing them - they were quite firm and very big. My mouth finally arrived at her tits - I scooped one tit in my hand and led it to my mouth. My tongue ran a wide circle around her nipple - getting closer and closer to her nipple but not quite touching it. Then I moved to the other tit and.