Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div><br/>Thalya looked hurt, spurned yet again by her dashing nephew but the heat in her was reaching its peak, she could no longer hold herself any longer.  Backing away she found and sat on a old rickety bunk and started lying on her back, not caring if it was moldy and filled with mildew for who knows how long. With one hand she was manipulating her clit, and the other her left mound – caressing and massaging it, eliciting a longing moan from her pouting lips.<br/><br/>“Help me Norton!  I can’t… take it anymore!  Hurry!  I need you…inside me…” She let out another moan, louder and arousal-sounding as she twisted and turned on the bed, with expectant eyes on him.<br/>