It is being arranged." Before you go, I hope you will do me the honour of dining with me in the Ruby Palace?"Veronica was about to make an excuse when... she thought, 'Noblesse oblige, I suppose, ' and accepted his offer; they would dine that evening.After dinner they sat on a comfortable sofa and the Prince sat very close to her as they chatted about her plans for Stapleford Grange, which she now owned and he knew well, having lived there for seven years during his schooling in Nottingham."Won't. I spoke of certainty, an assurance one has with oneself. There is no devil on one shoulder, angel on the other. Only the for sure, unequivocal knowledge that there will be a consequence, and I will damn my future self for the glory of this moment. Hallellujah. Sermon's over."Lets freshen our drinks and finish playing" I said. My timing was so perfect, she had just mentally committed to planting herself, baggy, wet, no longer so transparent clothing and all, on the short side of my sectional. It. After awhile of driving and talking we finally made to our spot that I use to go as a boy just to relax and just liked the scenery. It’s a little grassy clearing alongside a little clear brook. My mother unfolded the blanket and bent over to lay it down in front of me. I was immediately greeted by her pantiless bare bottom and trimmed blonde haired vagina. At that moment I didn’t say a word, but instead became thilled! As we sat and had lunch with a couple of glasses of wine, we talked about. Her hand graded my hardened cock and she smiled at me. “I’m flattered,” she giggled. “You’re hard to resist,” I laughed. “You know, I wouldn’t mind fooling around a bit. It’s been a while since I’ve had any fun. But I’m super gross from the gym,” she replied. “I don’t care how sweaty you are.” I stood up and started kissing her. She didn’t say a word, just started to kiss back. It was intense. I could feel her heart pounding, likely still worked up from the gym. My hands ran over her wet body,.