Surely, this thunderstorm that had suddenly come over the palace had to be a bad omen, a warning to the proud Marshal to abandon his plans. And yet, the stubbornness of the veteran warrior was nearly as famous as he; having fought fiercely in the civil war and winning his position as Grand Marshal to the crown when the war was won last year, it was plain for all to see that Girard was a man who prized stability in the realm beyond all else. And if he thought that this plan was the only way to save the kingdom from further bloodshed, nothing could convince him to abandon it. And just as Girard took a deep breath to steel his resolve, there came the knock on the door that he’d been expecting. “Marshal,” the man at the doorway greeted with a timid croak when Girard answered the door. “My apologies for keeping you waiting. It was far more difficult to get here in the rain than I had expected.” There were two cloaked figures there. Even through their disguise, he recognized the man, Oscar Delgado, and deduced it must’ve been his daughter beside him, Silvia Delgado. Ignoring the man, Baron Delgado’s apologies, Girard quickly ushered them inside. “You, girl.” Girard commanded, as soon as they were safe inside and away from spying eyes. They were short on time, and he didn’t want to waste any more. “Let me see you. Take off your cloak.” Since he sent for the Delgados weeks ago, Girard had been anxious to learn whether or not the Delgado girl’s beauty was just as he’d heard. The realm was ripe with beautiful young girls, asian but only one of them had proven suitable for the Marshal’s desperate plan. To his relief, however, Girard found that the countless sleepless nights he had spent going through hundreds of potential candidates had not gone to waste, for when the girl took off her cloak she revealed a dashingly gorgeous young lady beneath, with flowing brown hair and attractive green eyes. “Your honor, it has been a while since we last talked.” Oscar Delgado began speaking tentatively, interrupting Girard’s thoughts. “How fares the court in the absence of the King?” “Less than a dozen people know of the issue.” Girard spoke plainly, hoping his underhanded warning would not go unnoticed. His dispute with the King was sensitive news, and word of it could not get out. “Those that know wisely choose to remain tight-lipped, for the sake of the realm, but more than few courtiers have begun to get curious. We are running out of time.” He paused for a second to consider his own words, and for amateur a second, it almost looked like Baron Delgado was actually going to say babe something intelligent for once as his brows furrowed into a frown. “If I may be so bold as to wonder, your honor, then why not just let the boy do as he pleases? After all, he is our King.” The powerfully built Marshal nearly exploded at that suggestion. “King or no king, he is still a boy, and ruled by boyish desires.” Girard spat venomously. “While I’m still alive, I will never allow any member of the royal family to disgrace themself by eloping with a lowly peasant! Never!” Indeed, just talking about it made his blood boil. Crowned at the tender age of fourteen in the aftermath of civil war, the young king was wise beyond his years, but yet still childish and immature. Somehow, he had not managed to grasp the ramifications of declining marriage offers from the realm’s most powerful houses, and tried instead to marry a peasant girl. That was something Girard could not allow, for such a move japanese would have been sure to anger the lords and ladies of the realm, and throw the kingdom back into chaos. Unfortunately, any attempts at explaining this to the king was futile, for alas the foolish boy was a teenager, and in love. Nothing would stop him from having his way. “How long has he been gone?” Oscar continued to ask, oblivious of the Marshal’s growing Brunette anger. “About three months.” Girard shook his head, recalling how angry he had been the day he found out. “He took a retinue of Royal Guards loyal to him and boarded a ship with his peasant sweetheart, then fled to Obelisk Isle.” “The small island off the shore of the mainland? Why would anyone want to go there?” The crowd was massive with people at the bar as well as the dance floor. “I go to North. “Really?” Holly mused. I heard rustling around, and I looked down and saw that she was pulling her dress japanese Brunette up over her head and kicking off her shoes. Her shorts rode up a bit and she panicked. I straddled Mercedes as I stared at Martin. “Okay, I don’t want to risk you wrapping us around a telephone pole.” Looking down at Rosie in the asian afterglow of cumming, I had one last move before I had to go. All of us had the same look on our faces. With her free hand she got a condom out of the box and stopped tugging on his member long enough to slip it over his bulging purple head and roll it down his eager shaft. It was hot when Daddy watched, stroking his cock. His cock had subsided after his wife’s torrid origin story had ended, but reliving this experience—watching his daughter orgasm and squirt for the first time—caused him to swell once again. I had a burning desire, almost amateur like a need to share this creature with both my mother and babe my sister. The MILF panted, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at us. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. “Taste me Lisa. “Ooh, you look so naughty doing that,” Courtney moaned. Within just a few minutes and with a little guidance from Dom, she was skillfully masturbating him and massaging his balls, making him moan with pleasure until he had to stop her, as she brought him dangerously close to cumming. "We should probably get up and get to work, huh?" The breakfast was great, and Hank and the boys ate like it was their first meal in days. Truly, it caught Daren a little off guard. He should unpack, find his toiletries and find the shower, but to do so he'd have to search through his stacks of clothes and he knew, in doing that, would have to spend the time meticulously folding them all neatly away.