During the slow periods when we were preparing for the dinner service, Patricia and I slowly exchanged the stories of our lives. I tried to tell her l...ittle, but she soon realized that I had issues regarding sex and decided to break me out of my shell. She started by telling me about her three marriages and the resulting divorces."I know every kid thinks that a bad relationship is the end of the world, but trust me," she started. "I've been married three times, and each ended with me filing the. I went up and down on his shaft, taking in every drop of his cum as his cock jerked and spurted cum in four more short blast. Swallowing and licking my lips I turned around and we started kissing again with our tongues dancing as if the were Broadway dancers for life. I rolled onto my side, my back pressing against Terry’s chest, and his hand grasped my nipple of my left tit. Both of us drifted asleep. A yellow golden glow started to fill our room, and at the same time my nipple was turning. She placed one leg on the teak stool as she scrubbed her thighs and pussy.As she washed her hair, she idly planned the last family breakfast for a while. She knew it needed to be hearty for her men. She smiled to herself...”her men”! She did have two men in her life. She loved them both mightily and differently.She let the hot water rinse the remaining shampoo from her hair and body. She stepped from the shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Vigorously she dried her hair and body. She lingered. In the past three years, nearly four, she had sat at table with the guests no more than four times. And, as a barely acceptable companion, she had sat between the two least desirable dinner companions each time. Lord Richard must shine in company, certainly in the company at a baronet’s table.She should worry about what was going to happen, instead of what was quite unlikely to happen. Who was this Deborah? Oddly, Sir Richard had not specified her age. If she needed governing, which was an odd.