"I can't do this anymore!" Tristan screamed to no one in particular. He knew that moment he was done being a squire.Sir Reginald's prized steed was a ...dark brown stallion named Bucephalus. Tristan brought over a light saddle, put it on the beast, lead him out of the stable and climbed on. Bucephalus was a calm horse, unlike his namesake, and accepted Tristan without issue. With his feet in the stirrups and his hands on the reins, Tristan took off. This was theft, and Tristan knew that once. " You cummed in your pants?" Yeah, I thought I'd die I was so embarrassed." Cumming is nothing to be ashamed about, Rick. I'll see to it that you cum as much as you want." You really mean it?" Just as much as you want. I'll bet you'll love that, huh?" Do you know how much I get myself off? It's a lot." Good, I love making guys cum. How often do you masturbate?" Like with my parents being gone, oh, it's like, oh, eight, ten times a day?" You really mean that, Rick? That many times?" You just. ”“About once per day.”“What do you masturbate to?”“Oh, pretty much anything that turns me on.”“What’s the most risqué thing that you’ve used to get yourself off before?”“Well, there was this one time where one of my children’s friends came over to play. He’s a little bit older. Anyway, I was wearing a revealing outfit, tight t-shirt and a short skirt. I was making them brownies and the friend came into the kitchen to apparently help me. I was reaching for the mixing bowl and had to stand up on. I came back with two bottle of cold beer, both men had settled down and were watching a fuck scene on the movie. I handed to bottle to each in turn, then sat down beside the stranger on my right.'This is John', said daddy, and I turned and offer my hand, which he took, my long thin index finger lingering in his palm, moments earlier it had been inside my pussy, we both smiled, as the thought had crossed both our minds, and daddy's too, as he suggested John smell them, which he did, holding them.