I squeezed them gently and she let out a moan. I tweaked her nipples with my thumbs. She came onto my lap, her thighs astride mine. Her hands were gri...pping my hair. I touched her thighs and moved my hands up to her tight smooth ass. No panties. Under her skirt I gripped her ass and ran my thumbs along her cunt and inner thighs. By now we were panting and the girl on the music was moaning with us. We stood up and I rolled her T shirt till up to her neck. Her tight globes broke free and I reached. "Up!" she commanded and he obediently stood up. "Start walking downhill. If you're smart, you will go to the woman and deliver her to your friends. It would not be wise ever to be seen in the lands of the High King again." I'm not the traitor here." And of anyone, you should know the truth of that! I could not understand why my no-blood sister wanted to send me away on such a useless errand. Things were going well with my soldiers, with my duty to her. At first I thought it was her way to throw. One day a friend of ours could not stop ogling her tits and she encouraged him by opening her legs and flashing her fanny. She winked at me, and I let him have her and joined in. Now, of course her tits are droopy, she’s fat but still has a nice bush. Show Peter, love. Jane, without any embarrassment, stood up and lifted her skirt, showing off her pronounced, fat meaty cunt with a really big grey-haired bush.‘Oh Jane, your cunt is fucking lovely. Do you mind if I have good feel of it, Alec’?‘Go. ." Well, isn't that nice!" Heather shot back, feigning shock. "Are you saying that all you perverts enjoy looking up my skirt?"Jamie froze, speechless. Heather giggled at her brother's discomfort. "Oh, Jamie, I'm just k**ding you," she laughed. "I know what you mean. It's sweet of you to say I turn men on. But of course not you, silly – you're my brother!"She got up and winked at him, smoothing her skirt down. "Well, I think our dinner is ready – shall we?"She headed into the kitchen. Jamie.