I'd never understood the word like that before. Kate was getting fucked, but Moira would want to be loved. I wanted to be loved.My imagination raged, ...picturing the two of them – Gary and Moira – together. I could almost feel it. Tongues and caresses and – what would fucking feel like? No, what would loving feel like?With a panic, I realized I was playing with myself and moaning. And then I remembered that my father wasn't here to catch me at it. Nor his ... his bitch of a woman! I could do. When we got close to town, the Earl stopped our procession and talked quietly with my father for a moment. When they finished, Father rode over to me and asked if I felt up to riding the rest of the way. “It would look a lot more impressive to everyone in town if you rode back in rather than being dragged back in on a pallet,” he chuckled before riding back to his spot.I was dying to get off the damn pallet, quickly re-mounting my horse, even though my lower leg still throbbed. At his. It all started slowly but soon I was about to see her tiger getting unleashed. She fuck well, she was horny, she had the moves, and she definitely knew how to tease me, giving me the looks, passing her tongue over her lips while looking at my cock. Then she stood up and rode him again, this time facing me and even though the two of them were the actors, the show was all about me and her right now. I felt like even though we weren't touching she was fucking me.The guy came soon enough, making. I try to ignore the overwhelming lust I feel when I see him across the room. My god, he was a sight to behold. Tall, toned with dark hair and eyes the colour of emeralds. The suit wasn’t helping either. What is it with men in suits? Christ, it just does something to them. I sipped my drink and tried to engage in the conversation I was part of until he made his entrance to the party. I smiled and laughed at all the correct times but my mind was too preoccupied to actually understand the.