He could use the title, of course, but it was reduced to a meaningless honorific. Perversely, as a concession to demands from the press barons who'd s...hafted him more completely than did any Congolese male prostitute, the government of the Republic of England had elected to allow nobles to retain their knighthoods. This was justified on the basis that the title was associated with desert rather than heredity. But without a monarch to whom one could bend the knee and be dubbed a knight, Sir. “Just lay back and relax.” I tiptoed over to the door and quietly let Adrianna in. She was ready with a raincoat with nothing under it.I whispered in her ear to sit on Randy’s face. She climbed on top of the bed and positioned her dark, shaved pussy over his mouth. As she rode his face, he gripped her thighs tightly. The site of her wet clit going up and down his tongue, made me nice and warm in between my legs. As I got undressed, I rubbed my now erect nipples and placed one in my mouth. Her. "No daddy - you mustn't - not there - I haven't had a shower yet - it must be really smelly".Debbie needn't have worried - she tasted divine - squealing each time my tongue entered her arse.Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a piled up plate of toast and marmalade.She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic. To believe my wife will feel the same about me when we go home. I know now I wouldn't feel the same about her.Of course like most married couples, topics like this in the heat of passion always spark interest. We say things like, "Oh honey, I wish some man could be here watching me fuck you, looking at your juicy pussy, feeling these tits. God I love you." or, "Damn, I can picture some other guy laying the meat to you, wouldn't you love it?" Fantasies that make the orgasm better.Of course if.