I plop (yes, plop is the best word!) Myself down at the head of my bed. I fluff my pillows, then lean back onto them. I can tell you are curious, with... a touch of boredom. I know. You want to touch. Too bad. You get to watch.I’m not saying anything at this point. You are asking a few questions, which I refuse to answer. You watch my knees go up, seeing my feet planted firmly on the bed. You now realize you can see some pussy. Not a whole lot, because the pesky nightgown falls over the pussy. You. “So, did any go check out the booths?” “I encouraged them,” Scott said slyly. “I offered them free tokens. A couple dozen took me up on it. One night, four sorority girls came over from the local religious college. They all bought vibrators and all went to the booths. They stayed back there about 45 minutes. Hell, I even ran back there and got my knob polished.” I was getting a hard-on listening to him. I asked, “But how many other women ran out the booths and store in disgust?” “A couple,” he. "Good morning my husband." Good morning my wife. Ready for some breakfast?" Yes, I'm starved."As well you should be, he thought, as much energy as you expended last night.The two took turns bathing then dressed and joined the count at the breakfast table."Sleep well?" he asked as Markessa served them a sumptuous meal."Uh, yes, thank you," Justine stammered."While we await news of your parents, I thought I might take you riding on a tour of the estate." Oh, it sounds wonderful," smiled. She wanted his big rod inside her beforehe ejaculated, needed his penetration in fact, her G-spot throbbing, quivering, just the way she hadplanned.“What color is it, little one?” he asked as she leanedback and he tweaked out a hard nipple and gave it agentle twist, watching the pain show on her prettyface, her eyes closed, lips parted. He stretched itout and released it. She shivered. He reached for theother young breast, grasped it and crushed it firmly.He felt his cock leaking.