Richard felt his heart lurch. What if she didn’t agree? Thankfully, she placed her hand in his and nodded shyly. “I would be pleased to, Lord Rich...ard.” Richard took up her hand and tucked it into his arm. Rose and Harry rose as well, but at the doorway of the box, they skipped away, disappearing into the hedged paths of the gardens. Richard led Devona at a more sedate pace to another section of the moonlit paths. * I started as Lord Richard made a quick turn down one of the narrower paths,. "DADDY!" You can take it, bitch. You can take all of it. Every last inch." He growled, bottoming out, his sack slapping hard against her clit. The head of his shaft slammed into the wall of her uterus, and if it were possible, he'd have tried to fuck INTO her womb so that he could give their unborn their first taste of Daddy's cum. Again and again and again he slammed into her, harder, faster, making her scream louder even as her hands slipped out from under her and her upper body dropped to. As they got older, he discouraged her exhibitionism.He watched her as she crawled across the queen-sized bed. She smiled seductively at him as she shimmed out of her shorts and panties. She was a little overweight but still an attractive woman. In the weeks since they flew back from the funeral she seemed more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want to fuck more.“I’d better pulled the drape,” he said as he kissed the back of her neck.“Not all of the way, dear! You know how uncomfortably hot it. None of the three seemed in the least bothered by the familiarity and I noticed that often their glance seemed to seek out the front of his sarong, perhaps to judge if what was concealed therein lived up to its reputation.The three women were not nearly so formal. They clustered around the three bound males and their hands frequently made their way out to touch and stroke. I even noticed a couple of quick touches to the genitals of the bound men. The look in their eyes, their actions, clearly.