‘Come, now,’ she said. ‘Your wife… I’m sorry, I forgot her name¬–’ ‘Jane.’ ‘Right. Jane. She’s lovely. She looks at you like a ...princess looking at her Prince Charming.’ Peter laughed. ‘Oh, yeah. She’s a princess, all right. And it’s not just the way she looks. She’s a princess to her core.’ He looked at the drink in his hand. Stella couldn’t tell what it was. Something clear. Gin or vodka, maybe. Might even be white rum. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I’ve had a bit more to drink than I should have and. Naked, he knelt before Her, pressing his face to the flagstones. She touched the back of his head, and Her ladies tugged his hair, signaling him to rise. He held the wine glass out to Her, and She sipped at it, honest sips, he could hear it bubbling between Her lips.When She was done, She allowed him to clasp Her about the waist, and bring Her to his lips for the kiss. Hers was not the barely perceptible brush strokes of Her ladies, but a true joining. She nibbled at him. When She pressed Her. Barry stopped slapping her and pulled his cock out. The eight inches of purple veined meat was hard and dripping pre-cum. He rubbed his lubricant over his bell-end and lined it up with her hole, his previous hesitancy forgotten in the heat of the moment.He shoved forward and plunged himself deeply into her, burying his whole length in one motion and began to fuck her in rapid strokes.Leanne was gasping and sobbing and snivelling all at the same time. To shut her up, one of the watchers who had. After a couple of hoursand what was probably six or eight shots he was pretty wasted. He'd beenbugging me to "dress nice" before we went out that day so I'd washed anddried my hair, put on some perfume, and the tan dress that he'd justbought me. As we walked over to the bar he had his arm around me andthat felt pretty nice so I snuggled up against him.In the bar we were snuggled up against each other and after a shot ortwo he put his arm around my shoulders and drew me even closer to him. Iwas.