C. or early centuries A.D. I would say.”“Really, I had no idea.”“Oh, the setting is modern but the stone is certainly ancient and a beautiful ...example too. It depicts Persephone the goddess of the underworld, the Queen of the Dead.”“You are a connoisseur, Herr Doctor.”“No, no but I’ve studied a little.”“You’re too modest Josef. My grandmother had this all her life. She gave it to me three years ago on my thirtieth birthday. I’m willing to wager she had no idea how old it was.”He looked up to. I got up and went to my dresser, getting a orange bra and lace panties that matched, and put them on. I went to the bathroom and began to brush my teeth, as I turned on the flat iron. After I was finished brushing my teeth, I started straightening my hair and put on a red bandana. I walked from the bathroom to my closet and grabbed a white tank top and a pair of jeans. I changed and walked downstairs to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I heard a sudden knock at the door. I figured it was Zac. She puts her hands on either side of my body and crawls up on top of me…her breasts pressing soft and heavy, sliding up my shins, knees, thighs…I finally feel their weight on my balls, then slowly rubbing up, squeezing my throbbing hard cock between them…she pauses, her huge tits engulfing my cock, only the head visible, throbbing, leaking precum…then she continues up my body…sliding her massive hangers up my stomach, and chest…until they touch my chin, then they separate, sliding against my. She was getting kicks elsewhere. Probably over the table he was sitting at. The toast popped up, bringing him back to the present, and he buttered it, and put some strawberry jam on. Lesley's favourite. He brewed the tea, and put the toast and tea on a tray and proceeded to take them upstairs for his daughter to have after her bath. Still spooling her at nearly 50. That's what dads do...even if he wasn't her biological dad. "Lesley.....breakfast....I'll put it in your bedroom!" Thanks dad....be.