I called Melissa, she screamed like a kid at Christmas, then she promised me that we could keep my “20" year old son and I separate, in different ro...oms. A that point I was thinking of divorce anyway so I decided what the hell. Melissa got her answer by the look I gave my son, his background whoop and scream of “awesome” got her to screaming again. I yelled at my son to put on a suit and tie as I hung up the phone. I could not believe the nervous jitters that I was experiencing. It felt like I. “Albert! Do you have an erection because you put my hair up?” she asked as she looked back up at me.With her crystal blue eyes staring at me, I could not lie. So, with a trembling voice, I said, “Yes, Isabella. And I’m sorry. That’s something that I can’t control.”“Don’t apologize, Albert. I’m flattered.” Then being the Queen who can essentially do anything she wants to do with impunity, she reached out and rubbed my bulge.“Oh, Albert! You’re really hard!”"I'm sorry, Your Highness," I said as I. Another few minutes and I’d finally found the right size desert boots and socks and was on my way back inside.Freshly showered and dressed, I felt like a million bucks as I looked into the full-length mirror, again. The square lines of my chin with its slight dimple were still prominent. My high cheekbones stood out like they had before the effects of time and added weight had hidden them. I couldn’t help but flash myself a youthful grin as I thought, “It could be worse.”I added both the Colt. When I did that he lifted his head and told me I should stop so I did but I didn’t pull my dick out. I just kept real still and told him to relax his butt and see if it got better and hurt less and if it didn’t feel better I would stopAfter a few minutes passed I asked how it was and Tris said it still hurt so I reached under him and pulled on his dick and told him to give it time to feel better. Then I pushed my dick in and out of him real slow. His dick was really hard and leaking a lot.