He was still not fully recovered from Scotland physically, but financially, things could not have been better.It was mid-February by the time Jean ret...urned to Campomesnils. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story of the visit to the King and seemed distracted.He went to his mother and asked if something had happened while he was away. I loved watching him and took over from him, holding his cock, trying to aim his hot stream into the bowl as best I could. I did okay and only dribbled a little bit onto the carpet. When he had finished I squatted down in front of him and licked the few last drips of pee from his cock, before taking it into my mouth. Even though his cock was soft, I still had trouble taking it all in and I greedily worked my lips up and down on him till he started getting nice and hard. My pussy lips had opened. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with other boys. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for. Finally, he mumbled, "Sorry, missy." That's better," Zeke said. "Looks like you kids need a little help. What's your name, boy?" he said, addressing me."My name is Seth, and the young lady here is Tara." Well, Miss Tara, you ain't goin' nowhere in that car on these here roads, even if you hadn't gotten real friendly with that there tree. You’d best get out of that car." I can't," she said. "The doors won't open, but my friend had everything under control. He has tools in his truck to get.