Tom Timmings was a little surprised; his son had thought this through in an hour it had taken him all month to formulate a plan. He knew for a fact th...t Jonathan would send wards a hell of a lot more powerful than any he could do, he welcomed them. With him and most of the family gone for this joke of a memory trial, their holdings were wide open. Damn it with all the deaths they were almost at half strength 3/4 of those left were still too weak to be of much good. Whatever you had planned. He asked me to undress while he watched, and I did as I was told, without thinking. As I stood there naked, my cock pointing straight out and dripping, he undid his robe and his body presented itself to me. We laid on the bed, facing each other as he kissed me again, this time our hands grabbing eachother's cocks. He kissed down my neck, his stubble scratching, but only increasing my desire.He took his time at each nipple; biting, licking and pulling. I was going CRAZY inside!! He breathed. A pleasant surprise was that t the sun on the tin roof kelp the garments heated up and the smell of the women who had last had them on stayed with them for a long time, which help enhanced my experience. I would pull all the clothing around me while dressed up and smell, lick and suck on deferent women’s panties and bras while jerking off, I even had pictures of the women whose clothing I had taken, that made it even better. Then one day I must have been in a hurry to get started and forgot to. "What?" I jokingly asked her. "Did I do something wrong?" "Mr. and Mrs. Dunbar. No, you didn't do anything wrong, I just think it's funny and I like it." We filled our drinks and waited at a table until our order was ready. Five minutes later we heard on the loudspeaker, "Mr. and Mrs. Dunbar, your order is ready." I was laughing as I stood up, Essie was grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon, Mrs. Dunbar, you have to fix your own burger." From that time on, in private, we were Mr. and Mrs. Dunbar..