Two men sitting on a couch with their pants down to their ankles, their soft cocks lying contentedly between their thighs, and their chests—well, at... least my chest—still heaving from the intensity of an orgasm.It wasn't long before Lynn called us to dinner. Ben was up, with pants pulled up and buckled before I was ready to move. By the time I got to the table, Ben and Lynn were already sitting down. Conversation over dinner was remarkably mundane. No one who happened to observe just the dinner. “As for me, it’s high time that I deal with that Qyburn fellow who has inherited my little birds. He has stepped into my shoes, Tyrion’s, and Pycelle’s as well. It will be very dangerous for me, and I do not presume that I will survive, but the Red Woman already told me that I will die in Westeros and I am resigned to it. If this is how it happens, so be it,” Varys informed the others of a little more of his plans.“Tell me no more. The less that I know, the less that I can reveal if captured. Are those tits real?”“I don’t know!” I said.“Well, with your arm in a sling like it is, you could have turned your hand around in that picture I saw and had nothing but booby on your palm,” Liz joked.“Your boobies are the only ones I want on my palm – or anywhere else,” I informed her.“Sweet talker,” Liz laughed. “Well, you’ll just have to find out and let me know.”I shook my head.“Well, she did say if things don’t work out with you that I should look her up,” I said. “Maybe you could dump me. "Oh," I said innocently. "Is it my outfit? Is that what's bothering you?"He nodded, ever so slightly."Well, that's a surprise, Darling. I thought you would like it. Especially since you seem to like wearing it so much yourself."He looked up shocked. He tried to deny it, but there was no point. Even without the nanny-cam videos I would have known for sure in that moment, just from his expression. I am your mother, after all. I then explained everything to him – the months of misplaced underwear,.