Apparently I hadn't been the only one doing some preparation. He had pushed his jeans and underpants down his thighs, and had waited for the right mom...nt. He obviously wanted me to see what effect I was having on him. He placed his large right hand around the thick girth and began jerking off. As he leisurely masturbated I decided it was my turn to spring a surprise. Without further ado, I flung open my summer dress. If my admirer had enjoyed looking at my exposed tits earlier, he was ecstatic. His cum flowed quickly into the towel. Karen cleaned him up slowly and carefully, talking to him in the process. She suggested to him that they should sleep separately until Leon had been. The thought of five nights without her did not appeal to him at all. “You will need to get used to sleeping in the spare room alone anyway while I am in here with my lover,” she told him. “W... won’t you miss me?” Karen nodded. “I will but I also want to be alone. I want to masturbate in private thinking. "Your son has been selectedto be the next monarch of our country." He then turned to Dr. Withers."I will let the doctor tell you more." Three months ago when Parliament found out that Queen Wilma would diewithout a heir, I was asked to find out how a new monarch was to beselected. It took me six weeks of digging in the library catacombs tofind out. I found out that it wouldn't be our choice, but MotherNature's. The selection would take place a month after the death of ourmonarch. The selection. "Well...do you like?" she asked.By now the tent in my trousers must have been making my answer obvious, but I mumbled "Well..err...err."She came over to me and kissed me. I found my tongue entwining with hers. She reached and pushed my shorts off me and took my cock in her soft hand. She began to rub me against her moist cunt. It felt marvellous but I knew if she kept at it I would soon be shooting my load. She sensed this and stopped."Have you somewhere more comfortable than here ?" she said.