John groaned an orgasmic gasp, shuddered, and trembled both in delight and horror. Jane stopped, turned to look at her husband, gripped his penis even... harder and said sharply, “That will make it twelve, the full dozen.” John gulped, blushed, loved the way his wife was dominating him, stuttered a quiet, “Sorry,” nodded, and when Jane carried on walking he felt the tug and followed obediently as he was led to the chair. Jane ordered sternly, “Bend over and grab the chair, and spread your legs. It was getting late, and he started to look haggard; I was guessing that staying alive this many centuries took a toll on his stamina, Grey Warden or not. He ushered me through a nearby door, warning me in no uncertain terms not to enter the door he'd come through – it was his lab. I was in a small sitting room, furnished with a settee, a couch, and a few chairs. There was a huge fireplace, which he lit with the snap of a finger. He didn't have a spare bed in his area of the fortress, but the. You're to pretty to try looking otherwise." Itell her. "Well, I kind of like you the way you are, too." She adds,grinning. "Oh you do, do you?" I tease. "Yes, I do." She saidseriously. "I admire your courage to go through all you've had to dealwith and I can't tell you how fascinated I am with you because of it." Fascinated, huh? How about that, and here I'd hoped for so much more"I tease her again. "Oh really?" she says quizzically. "And just exactlywhat is it you were hoping for?" Getting up. She didn’t even blush. When I looked at her again her blouse rim was raised up, her big round butt was covered by a tight skirt. Seemed she wasn’t wearing panties. I looked down at her legs (I’ve always been crazy about legs). I can’t say why but I touched them. She started but didn’t move and didn’t say a word. My hands were sliding up her chubby hips. I touched her ass and started patting it. My finger was on her crotch, caressing her vulva lips and her asshole. My mother-in-law was.