Wondering if there was a story worth reporting, the journalist went to The Wall to check out the old man. Just as she arrived, there the old man was w...alking slowly up to that venerable site.The journalist stood quietly by and watched the old man pray. After about forty-five minutes, the old man turned to leave. He was using a cane and was moving very slowly. The journalist then approached the old man for an interview.“Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris. I just wish she wouldn’t like it so much,” Athea said returning the smile with a strained one of her own.“It’s not her choosing to like or dislike, it’s who she is. Do you blame your brother for loving to fight and kill?”“Of course I do, I blame him every time he’s fighting. Roban means everything to me, and since he does, he also is to blame for everything that happens,” Athea huffed.“If you look at it like that it sounds quite reasonable,” Jenaya replied laughing. “Thank you Athea, I feel. After all, she did know him intimately. Quickly, she picked up her valise, and hurried down the stairs. She stashed the bag behind a door and walked into the kitchen. The cook was a pleasant woman and pleased to meet the new addition to the household. And of course she was willing to pack up a picnic so the young girl could tour the grounds. She took the long way to the stables, stopping to drop her bag behind a tree. The stable hands were just as helpful as the cook and hurried to get a horse. After a while, she got imbalanced. I was about to fall and somehow managed to land on my lap and there it was. As my dick was already hard, her pussy landed directly on dick. She let out a soft moan.Sweat rolling down her back, heat being radiated from her body. It was a wonderful sight. Then she started moving her ass in a circular direction, being still on my lap. My dick got driven by her moves and she was completely in control and enjoying it.I released precum instantly. She was still not.