Oh shit, Granny Albert had been right after all! Once the supernatural wild bastard claimed them, he claimed them forever... !Oh... oh, dear God! Jean... maddeningly reasoned. What would it taste like... her magnificent animal-lover's cum? Less than human? She wasn't much of a judge, having tasted hot sperm only once--and then it had been her own husband's! Would it be gamey? Sweet, perhaps? Even tangy... and as hot and pungent as Mark's? Ooohhh... it didn't matter! She wanted it... wanted it. “Can I?” Janice asked. “Sure,” Jim replied, taking Janice’s hand and wrapping her fingers around his manhood. “Oh my gawd,” Janice exclaimed, “It’s hard as a rock!” Precum leaked from the end of Jim’s cock. “Are you cuming?” Janice asked, seeing the clear liquid seeping from the small slit in the end of Jim’s cock. “Not yet,” Jim replied, “but, I will.” Janice was curious. “What if you need to pee?” Jim chuckled. “That won’t happen when I’m like this,” he replied. Janice stared into Jim’s. Anthony Carter was created a Baronet, accompanied by a few kind words from the King. Immediately afterwards, Richard knelt before King William who could not help but comment that he had never, in a single day, bestowed honours on a father and his son.Old Lady Lambert attended, too. The birth of her first great-granddaughter had been good for her, as was the opportunity to play with her two great-grandsons. The King, obviously pleased to see his old friend well, asked her forward to speak a few. “But please, Georgie. I need you inside me now. Let me fuck you, okay?”I didn’t really give George the option. He kind of nodded his head, but I was already tearing off my clothes. Buttons were popping and flying across the living room. I pulled off my jeans and panties – they were soaked already – and pushed George back on the couch. I was naked and I didn’t want to waste time on foreplay. I grabbed George’s erection in my hand and crawled on top of my reclining soul mate. I felt that.