And that you are, indeed, the one he seeks with such passion." But how will he be convinced of this, mother?" wondered Ursula."Both you and darling Er...mintrude shall practice in the art of fucking, under my expert tutelage, so that when the King comes and fucks you, he will be so won over by your amorous skills that he will assert that you are the one. And if not you, Ursula, then you, Ermintrude." But, mother..." exclaimed Ermintrude. "As you desired, we have kept our maidenhead intact these. Candles were burning and Zoe and Jenneke were sitting at a long table, there was a decanter of red wine and elegant glasses. The women looked up and saw me in the doorway.“Come Suzy,” said Jenneke, “there’s a splendid Chianti here or if you prefer we have some nicely chilled Prosecco.”It was the Prosecco that won the vote and the ice was broken as glasses were topped up and our faces glowed. The study was lovely, books lined the shelves and there were more of the mysterious framed photographs. He then took off her shoe and was rubbing her one foot and leg while she put her other foot in his lap masagging his cock with it. We were sitting at a table with no tablecloth so any one could see what was going on. The guy at the next table over was glued to the action as Dave was rubbing away at my wifes foot. This went on for about 5 more minutes or so then Dave we had to stop or he was going to make a mess in his pants. We paid the bil then went back to the bar. It was pretty crowded but. “Well, I’m dirty and I smell, so I’m going to get a shower and then fire up the grill. I got us some big, fat juicy steaks,” Benny said. “You up to pace, Grace?”“Yes, Dear. Baked potatoes and a giant salad.”“All right!” Benny barked, and left the room.Chili and Grace gathered the food and the tools and the condiments for the cookout.----They had more beers on the patio while the meat cooked, then ate at the picnic table under an oak tree. The food was delicious and the beers kept going down.