I turned around and slammed her again against the books, wondering if my neighbors could hear. She was sitting on the counter, legs spread, pussy drip...ping on the oak, my cock thrusting into her. I looked into her eyes. We kissed, our tongues mirroring the battle of our loins. My lips found her breasts, my thrusts became shallower. Her fingers fell to her clit. She was facing pleasure from all sides, her breasts nipped by my teeth, her pussy pounded with short, quick blasts, and her clitoris. A lone man was there playing a lively tune on the fiddle, using the walkway to stay out of the muddy street. “This is where she used to play when it was raining. If she’s not here and she’s no longer at the inn she was staying at, she’s probably left the city. I was hoping to convince her to come with us.”“Is this the same bard that told you about Snow Crown?”“Yes. Anise visited there before us, and knew more about your people. Without her, we would have probably gone straight through Tarvist. She grabbed me and said "That's pretty thick Daddy". She enjoyed licking my cock. I told her that I was going to make her mine. It was now that she had some idea of what I meant. I asked her to get her toys and her lube out. She did. I had her lay on the bed, roll over, and put her tight muscular ass in the air. Her body shaking a little as if she was cold, but she was a little nervous. She had never had anyone use her toys on her. I lubed up her ass and started to put her small dildo in her. She would mouth that she wanted to be fucked and if mum went out the room she spread her legs and rub herself a few times nearly cumming , mum asked her if she was ok as she looked flashed a sweaty .I came back from working up North as had a promotion and was based near where I was brought up ,got myself a nice flat and car ,as a new job ,promotion I was always busy so social life was a bit dull .In the summer was informed that Mary's husband had died and the funeral will be the.