I beg you, for the sake of the kingdom, let me martial our forces to defend our lands before its too late!”The Princess, standing beside her mother,... the Queen, shifts awkwardly. By the look on her face you can tell she agrees with you, at least to a certain extent. The Princess is a bright girl. If possible you would like to prevent the Queen from corrupting her with her ranting of “patriarchy” and “female oppression”. “LIAR!” the Queen screeched. “Chauvinist PIG! The weakened economy was. “Bal, is there something on your mind? You seem pensive.”“You’ve only known me a few weeks. Can you read me that well?”“I’ve grown to admire your different looks. They tell me so much.”“What! What do they say?”“I’m not revealing my secrets,” he laughed.“What do you see in my face?”“That’s a different question.” His eyes warmed and a soft smile spread across his lips. “I see a beautiful and warm woman with flowing blonde hair, whose capacity for love is immense. I see it when you talk about. He pulled her panties aside and kiss her flesh . . . her sex . . . her pussy. "Eat me! Eat mommy's cunt." His fingers slid under her ass, he squeezed and pulled into her more. He sucked the moistness into his hungry mouth, is tongue explored every fold of flesh, he found her clitoris and sucked on it. She bucked and squirmed, moaned and sighed. Then he felt her back stiffen and arch. She clamped his head between her thighs as he pushed his tongue deep inside her."Fuck me with your tongue!". My professor, a middle-aged woman who was totally living up to the stereotype of teacher, the dyed slightly blue-tinged grey hair in a severe bun, the heavy duty industrial strength brassiere, the granny panties, grey skirt and jacket, frilly blouse, and three-inch patent leather pumps, she should have been in Hollywood, or maybe she had gotten her fashion sense from Hollywood or some porn movie.There was always that expectation of the gift of a bright red apple every time that I saw her – but.