They had been met at the private aircraft terminal by one of the Queen’s equerries along with two limousines. The Duke was wearing his uniform as an... air vice marshal in the RAF. Although he had not worn it in almost fifteen years, it still fit — or more accurately, again fit — perfectly. It was with great pride that she had straightened the Victoria Cross on his neck, then she hung Doug’s DSC around his. He was wearing his uniform as a major in Her Majesty’s Grenadier Guards. With his scarlet. As I was starting to cum, I pushed her to one side, stood up and shot my load in her hair.When I was done, I told her to get into the bed room. I had her sit on the edge of the bed and started fingering her pussy which was wet and loose. I started with two fingers, then three. She was holding her legs up and moan loud with the occasional "Yes!, and Oh God!" thrown in. She started to squirt a little but not the classic stream that one would expect, it was more of a flood coming out. I added my. I left my car running in the driveway and entered the house through the garage. When I was half way across the kitchen, I saw them. Jeff and Mandy were both totally naked. She was bent over the back of the sofa, and Jeff was fucking her from behind. He had a handful of her hair and was pulling her head backward far enough that I’m sure it was painful.From behind them, I couldn’t see his cock, but I could see his balls swinging between his legs. They were huge. I’d dismissed Mandy’s description. After all, she thought to herself, he had always been good to her... loyal and gentle in every way... perhaps she should repay him by doing something that would please him.Of course, she sensed that what she was doing to him--letting her slender fingers rub closer and closer to that massive organ-- was wrong. But she didn't really care. If anyone thought she was committing some kind of sin, that would have to be because they didn't really know Charley and what wonderful things he had done for.