’ I was very flattered. ‘Would you like some tea?’ ‘Oh – I should go back upstairs. I’m taking your time.’ ‘No – no – don’t be s...illy. Get yourself a cup – one of these from that cabinet there.’ You hesitated, but turned and walked to the big old built-in cabinet by the door to the butler’s pantry. I watched you walk. You were wearing a light summer dress – really just a shift made out of thin flowered cotton with short sleeves and low neckline. The skirt came to just above your knees. It was. The boy next door had other ideas.... he lead me by the hand to the big feature window that faced the No.1 court instructed me to face the window spread my legs lift the hem of my dress push my ass out he moved behind me i feel the head of his big white dick slide along my wet pussy lips , then it splits my lips apart , he pauses ... . This MILF can't wait i push back i feel his monster foot long prick slide in to my wet cunt... ooohhh yeah... i need it bad ... he strokes it slow and long. Instead, he beamed with happiness at her exaltation and pride that HIS wife was a Queen in some form or another. He was married to royalty and had sired royalty, which by extension made him royalty in some sense of the term. He was certainly of the inner circle, the very elite of the new social order, a prince in good standing of House Durant itself.“Tessa Katrina Durant, my own aunt in the flesh, my sweet lover, I do hereby create thee Queen Tessa the First, Queen Consort of the Realm! I. ”“You don’t sound good.”“Huh,” Coree stuttered.“You actin’ strange. Ma is ma, yo!”“You right. She said you can talk to her. Go do it.”“Maybe I will.”“Can you believe it though.”“I’m not really thinkin’ ‘bout it,” confessed the eleven year-old Jeramiah. “We ain’t never had a life this good.”“You right, li’l bruh. I guess I need to talk to her.”Rochelle was reading a murder mystery. She was reclined on the chaise lounge across the room from her bed. As she turned a page, she heard a knock at the.