We need to tell you something but, we don’t want you to be mad.” “Well, go ahead and just tell me. It’s not like we keep any secrets from each other in this house.” I responded. “Dad, we’re pregnant.” “Who’s pregnant?” I said in a state of shock. “All three of us.” Jill babe replied. “Well then, I guess we need to revisit the three rules.” I said stunned. “No Dad, you don’t. It’s only been you. No other guy has been inside of any of us for 10 years now. We all decided together that we wanted to have your children. We stopped taking our birth control pills about a year ago and well, you see the result. We love you Daddy. Please don’t be mad at any of us. No boy or man can measure up to the love you have shown us our entire life,” Jill said as delicately as possible. I was humbled, proud, and love each of my daughters. I hope you enjoyed this story. If you would like me to continue please leave me a kind comment…..Thanks, Paul. Ariela smirked contentedly as she sat on her Throne, it wasn’t as impressive or ornate as she would’ve preferred, but needs must and sometimes it was just impractical to bring a truly befitting throne out on a conquest. Though she knew she would have such a throne soon enough, her dominance was almost complete after all. The old King was old news and his Kingdom was on the verge of utter defeat, her army was terrifying, composed of fanatically Big Dick loyal troops boosted by fiends and monsters leaving the remnant of the King's forces a ragtag assortment of militia, light infantry and huntsman coned to be short bowmen. With the enemy on the verge of defeat she had invited their would-be leader, the last son of the old King, Prince Belind, to her camp to ‘parlay’. The army he had may have Hardcore been numerous but little better than peasantry and though Ariela knew she could have the army eliminated with the flick of her wrist, she also understood that she would need peasants to farm her fields and work her mines in her new Empire, it shouldn’t be hard, she reasoned, to persuade them to surrender given the dire alternative she offered. Her plan was simple, challenge the Princeling to a duel, one on one their single combat deciding the fate of the battle without the armies needing to fight. If he accepted she had no doubt in her mind that she would come out victorious and if he refused her offer his accompanying officer, likely no more than a peasant himself, would be aware that the boy Prince had saved his own skin at the cost of his army's, which would almost certainly inspire a coup and subsequent overthrow of the Prince, allowing the army to then surrender regardless. It couldn’t fail either way she reasoned, she would rid herself of the last vestiges of the King's bloodline and forces with the death of a cumshot single man, and finally she would be able to disperse her own dark forces through the land to keep the peace and solidify her new rule, allowing the realm to grow and prosper in her design. “Announcing Prince Belind and his companion!” a man called out, one of her own, his voice clear and strong as it passed through the tent she had set up in the ranks of her forces. Ariela grinned and sat up straight, expectant, her dress light and airy, barely covering her lush figure, displaying a scandalous amount of skin and cleavage, which, she knew, would distract the Prince to no end. In they walked, two men in gleaming armour, one blowjob tall and proud, his body strong and his eyes fierce, a gleaming helmet held under one arm looking all the bit a King, his hair dark and short flecked with grey, his jaw strong with a scar running across it from an old wound, the other was younger, barely more than a boy, his armour ill-fitting and poorly maintained on an unmasculine frame, his peasant attache. Ariela addressed the older man, “Prince Belind, I presume.” The younger boy's face reddened in embarrassment and he stepped forward, “You presume incorrectly, Lady, I am Prince Belind, this is my General.” Ariela raised one delicate eyebrow and reevaluated the pair, she hadn’t known the age of the King’s last son, not having stopped to ask him, and she found herself in one way disappointed and in another intrigued as she eyed the young boy with his too young face and his shock of red hair. “I see.” She said flatly, “I had expected the King's son to be a little more... As she swallowed he backed off with a grin and gave Hardcore her a cup. I AM GONNA CUM, I AM GONNA CUM, BABY. babe Well, as luck would have it, I had that type of nipples, but was always hiding them. I knew this dick. I just grinned at her, holding her head tight. I remember what Mom had told me, that he was a friend on the board. We actually won a 100 man battle royale. The blowjob teacher shut up and concentrated on controlling her need to use the bathroom. I watched as he grunted Big Dick over and over again. She cumshot will always obey Susan and Mary “Ok darling, now the top please”, Bob said.