Her naiveté with the male figure added to his passion for her. The small storefronts that were in the Palais Royale were full of illuminated manuscr...ipts and cheap satirical prints showing cartoon faces of aristocrats fondling livery maids. Roland had two passions in life, fine art and fine erotica. He entered the small shop and let his intuition guide him. It was one of his favorite haunts in the city. ‘Ah Monsieur Bertrand,’ the storekeeper greeted him with a friendly smile like a smirk. ‘Bon. You find on slow days that you daydream. As a twenty-five year old guy, they usually revolve around sex, and because you have 1) a decent memory and 2) constant exposure, your midday fantasies often focus around those three women.Your boss, Beth, is the eldest in the office, and uses that often in her inspirational speeches. She's thirty five, and her red hair is often at her back, though you've seen it braided and molded for special events before. She graduated top of her class (something else. ‘I’ll be damned if some two bit rent boy is going to end my fucking career! I’ve worked my whole life to get where I am and you think some fuckin trick is going to put me out to pasture?! What the hell have you got against me?! You don’t want my money but you want my life?!’ ‘I want you out of politics George. My reasons are my own. You need to watch that footage and understand your career is over anyway.’ Kristoff stayed calm and reasonable in the face of the mounting tension in the room, but. ..OH...OH...OH YESSSSSSS. My face was completely covered by her pussy juice and then like a raving lunatic she shoved me onto my back and straddled my cock. She grabbed hold and slid herself down hard letting out a big scream as if she were in pain. She started rocking back and forth and I felt her pussy grab my cock hard. I have never felt anything like this before. Up and down she rode, faster and faster, harder and harder. All my dreams of fucking my mother were coming true and felt better.