I woke and looked down the bed to see her crawling to the bottom. What I saw of course was a woman on all fours crawling away from me, her nightdress ...had ridden up so I was looking at her panties stretched across her very nicely proportioned bottom. One day here and I’d seen two of them in their panties, I thought, and promptly got an erection at the thought. I knew I’d never get it down before she came back. So I got up quickly, threw some clothes on and went out. It was pleasantly cool. I. Bluemantle walked to the far end of the table to the beginning of the scroll, and pointed at the name at the beginning of the Succession to the Throne of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland.“King Arthur,” he announced.I laughed. “A myth, a figment of imagination. Does anyone really believe there was ever a King Arthur, and Knights of the Round Table, and Camelot, and the search for...”Bluemantle interrupted me.“It is all the fault of Asser, Bishop Asser. He had a line of succession. “Oh honey! This is perfect,” she leans in and presses her lips against mine. Instinctively I push my hips forward again so my penis is pressed up against her. Her tongue enters my mouth as she reaches down to my aching member and rubs me over my briefs. She pulls away and looks me in the eye and with a smile, “Maybe I can find a way to forgive you.” I pull her closer but she puts her hands on my chest and gives me a shove, “But you’ll have to wait until we’re on vacation.” Frustrated but. Since things had progressed this far I figured that I might as well just go for it and have fun. I got up and slowly approached Sara. When I was close enough I put my hands on her hips and whispered, "Close your eyes." When she did I kissed her on the the neck. Softly, gently. I slowly turned her around and sat her on the couch next to Beth. She opened her eyes and I asked her if she was sure she wanted this. She nodded and smiled. I slowly got on my knees in front of her and bent my head to.