Then they had simply disappeared. The tax collector,escort, and taxes vanished without a trace. We were sent to investigate. Behind me a squirming sa...ck fell to the ground with a thud. Marcus, my adjutant,had unloaded our prisoner from the back of his donkey. A fat little man whoclaimed to be the priest, or teacher, from the village we were now encircling.His nose was swollen and bent to the right from his brief interrogation. Itwas broken but the bleeding had stopped. We had captured him two. But something else caught her attention, which seemed to be a big problem for her to accept.While looking through Karly's file, she noticed that Karly didn't live in any of the dorms on campus. Karly lived alone a twenty-minute walk from school, in a three-bedroom house, alone in a terrible neighborhood. She squeaked at the revelation and dropped her files over the floor."Fuck!" she blurted as she leaned over to pick up the files. A knock rapped on the door, which she had kept open. Looking up,. She immediately looked up at him; seeking and expecting his approval. But Josh’s face was stunned into blankness and he only felt his balls tighten pleasantly and retract. Still, at that instant, he could not have taken his eyes away from her, even if his very life had depended upon it. Becky was a few inches shorter than he, petite with a natural golden tan and well toned muscles, particularly in her upper body. She was a self confessed gym-junkie and it showed, mainly in her solid round. She was still speaking but softly, urgently, urging. Suddenly her words became clear, ‘Fuck me, Billy. Fuck your mother. I want to feel you inside me.’ Hester pulled her son to her as she fell back on the bed. One hand guided his thick, hard cock while the other pulled aside the gusset of her panties. Her slick folds yielded to the domed tip of his bulbous erection and Billy entered his mother’s hot cunt. ‘Jesus baby, that’s wonderful,’ Hester groaned and pulled her son to her, pressing his.