" Yeah baby……you like how that feels don't you….my tight pussy slamming down in that hard cock……OH God!....this feels good." She screamed. H...arder and harder rammed our sexes together, and I knew if she kept this pace up I would explode. She then switched her movements again, this time grinding her pussy hard against my pelvis. Her essence now flowed liberally down my balls and I loved it. I could feel her internal muscles as the pulled, and beckoned me deeper and deeper. "Oh Shit…Oh Shit…..I'm. My father was his partner, in the business." She produced a small handkerchief from somewhere and blew her nose.She had a fine body for one so young; long legged, narrow waisted, full chested, and a deal of long, light-colored hair that she wore pulled back and flowing to her waist. "What's your name?" I asked after I introduced myself as a Marylander."Charity," she said quietly. "I'm called Charity." Have you met this man, this viscount?"She shook her head.The fop reappeared at the tent. I was in shock, I’d never imagined anything like this between Hazel and myself and just sat there lost for words as she unzipped my flies and slid her hand inside. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she said as she squeezed my shaft through my boxers. With her other hand, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra and now that I could see her nipples close up I realised just how beautiful they were. They were already partly erect and the surrounding, deep pink areola only. ’ A feast ensued and presents of such generosity and variety were given and gratefully received. We danced and drank and sang and such merriment there was, the like of which I had never known. My heart sang and I truly believed I might die of happiness. Our marriage night ended at, perhaps, one of the morning. To claps and kisses I was led by Maria from the Ballroom and followed her, now happily just the two of us, up the master staircase and, once more and to my astonishment, to the private.