A sly grin came across her face.“It’s such a mess down there,“ she said as she raised herself up and then moved down the bed. She slowly lowere...d her face to my cock. She looked up at me when she was close. “Needs a little cleaning,” she said in a hoarse whisper and took my cock into her mouth. My cock quickly came to life as she licked all around the base and my balls and took the shaft in her mouth again. She gripped the base of my cock and started stroking, keeping pace with her mouth.. ..”“Paul asked us,” George Cooper interrupted.“Yes, Paul,” Sam nodded. “Sorry; we’re nervous.”“What Paul asked,” George put in, “was if we could visit Paula, keep her company, that sort of thing.”Ted smiled. This was entirely in keeping with Paul Macon’s character. He always wanted the best for his girlfriend, and asking if somebody her own age could drop by to keep her company made sense. Why this wasn’t a couple of girls Ted wasn’t sure; maybe Paul didn’t know many girls.“Come in and I’ll see. Frederick’s funeral was scheduled for the 20th of the month, and I remained in London to attend the ceremony. The Duke of York had done much for me and my career, and was a man whom I held in the highest respect. Britain would have been better served if Frederick rather than George had been the older brother.I sent Jean–Woodrow off to Grantham accompanied by Josh Chamberlain, and would join them after the funeral.It was a solemn affair; the body of the Duke lay in state at Westminster Abbey for. I felt as if I would puke at any moment when the cool sensation of a well-lubed finger invaded the final vestiges of my sphincter and probed the murky tunnel for my swollen prostrate. Within moments I could feel my creamy essence flowing through my urethra with a sweet burning sensation that made me groan. Her expertise became even more apparent as her free hand gently squeezed the crown of my cock rhythmically, encouraging my prostrate to surrender all of its precious cargo.Now beyond all hope.