'I won't keep you too long, no doubt you have people waiting on you.' Quite innocently, Poppy sealed her fate and Ruth knew she would be keeping her f...or some time.'Oh that's OK, I live independently; I live on my own, I like it that way at the moment.' Ruth was ecstatic as she slipped out of her tight skirt and blouse; Poppy couldn't help but look jealously on at her superb feminine curves and ample breasts held firm in a very expensive looking bra. Her large womanly thighs were displayed. Oh, I’m cool with guys in general, just not romantically. I was raised by a father who was a police captain and had three sons and one daughter. I liked sports and action movies. Yeah, I was quite the tomboy and I could be one of the guys when I wanted to be. In fact, I got along with men better than I did with women. But put me in front of a cute guy and I get weak in the knees and start acting like a classic geek. Oh, yeah, and at the age of twenty three, I’ve still got braces. You can. Without consideration he grabbed both her legs and pushed them up towards her breasts. Now she was exposed. For the world to see. But there was only him. He who would ride her forever, he who would make her scream, then cry, then beg to scream again.She was pushing back now. Grabbing onto the sheets, grabbing him, grasping hold of anything around her to force that wonderful cock deeper inside her. Deeper and harder until she might break. She didn’t care. She just wanted to be filled with. The London weather was particularly London-ish, rainy, and Mr. Caulder, our butler, was apparently waiting for me, umbrella in hand.“Welcome back, Lord Terrance,” he said as I handed him my raincoat.“Thank you, Mr. Caulder. Is our guest about, or did she fly the coop while I was out?” Something told me that the whole Glenda thing might have been a very well done practical joke played on me by my Aunt and tutor.“Oh no, Sir: The young lady is waiting for you in the second floor study. I might add.