“What is your full name?” I asked.“Lavinia... Montesque,” she answered. I kept on fondling her nice big boobs. “The Honourable Lavinia Monte...sque,” she added... and a great sob choked her. Well, well, I thought, here we have a piece of the EnglishAristocracy really brought down in the world. How nice to contemplate. The Honourable Lavinia Montesque, eh?“Quite a change of lifestyle,” I said, grinning. Another big sob shook her. She was soaping my belly. Soon she would be down to my cock. Nice.. Could dance. Liked to dance. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Looked so damned good with a day's worth of stubble."I stared straight ahead, driving."He couldn't hold a job. Or a conversation. I thought I could fix that. We broke up EIGHT times, Chuck! EIGHT freakin' times! What's the saying? 'Doing the same thing time after time expecting different results?" Albert Einstein, more or less. It's on the wall at my office." Knew it was somebody like that," Jen said. "The guy never held a job more than three. I stayed kneeling between her legs thrusting deeply into her for a while and she was clearly enjoying it but I needed to change positions. Without pulling out, I got her to close her legs so that mine were outside of hers and I could lie fully over her with my weight on my elbows. In that position our breasts were together and I could rock in and out at a steady pace. The movement of my lower abdomen against her clit would give it stimulation and for me there was less strain on my lower back so. “My lord, my lord.”“I can tell you are used to titled gentlemen,” I said, steadily forcing it deeper. Her hips began moving with mine, pushing back toward me. We surged together quite slowly as she began to lubricate.“Indeed,” she sighed with a small laugh in her throat, “indeed, but never one like, oh my lord.” She rolled to her elbows and knees and I was right behind her, our bodies tightly joined even though I had barely penetrated, just three inches or so.I rose, held her hips and drilled.