’ ‘Purely for her own selfish reasons,’ mumbled Isabel. Joan was unhappy with the match because on her son’s marriage, she would no longer be...Lady de Grey, that title would go Eleanor Hobbes as the wife of Sir Giles de Grey. Joan would simply be the widow of Sir William de Grey. She had been a widow for near a decade and still held the title of Lady de Grey, which had pleased her because no longer was she reliant upon a man for her place in the world. She was her own woman. But now, with her. Patty is 5'5" and without any unwanted body weight. She has a cheerleader's body although she got it that way by following all sorts of athletic endeavors. She has a pretty little upturned nose and a dimpled smile that she is always sharing. Her bra was a 34b the last time I checked. Her curvy body and tight butt pressed up against me had the expected results on a fourteen year old boy.Even though it was my own sister I could not help myself. My five and a half inch wood started to appear. Out. ”I pulled out of Liam, watching my dick slowly emerge from his fuck hole. Kayla got up and came around beside me licking her lips.“My turn at tasting you, bro,” she winked at me before diving into the gaping asshole I had just fucked. I heard them both moan. I just sat back and watched as Kayla lapped up the gobs of my cum as they emerged from Liam’s anus. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, how turned on my sister made me. Then, I noticed her wiggling her own butt in my face, her. I’ll be honest, I really just wanted to see how you operated. But you’ve missed your chance now.’ Kathy stood up and walked away. One of my friends who had been hovering nearby came over and sat in the chair Kathy had just vacated. ‘What did the queen want?’ he asked. ‘To be honest, I haven’t got the foggiest idea. You know she had me escort her to the Hunt Ball, don’t you?’ ‘Who doesn’t? We all thought she had the hots for you.’ ‘No, I somehow don’t think so. I get the feeling she was subtly.