"I ran my hand over her her pert little behind as I slid my finger into her bald snatch which peeked out from between her thighs. Marjory moaned, "Ohh..., God! Fuck me,.. I'm so hot! I need your cock in me!" I dropped my own pants and stood behind her with my throbbing hardon. "Just bend over the balustrade and hang on!",positioning the head of my cock between the cheeks of her little ass, pointing at the entrance of her well-lubricated cunt. Marjory moved her legs wide apart and bent forward,. She was a good-looking girl, no doubt. 5’6” and about 130 pounds with small, per tits, long legs, and an ass that was probably a little too big for her body, but didn’t sag an inch. Her reddish-brown hair hung just past her shoulders and blanded with her tanned skin, contrasting the tiny white tank top she was wearing that incidentally, I’d bought her. “I’m serious Jen. And I’m trying to be as nice about this as I can. But I want you to leave now.” I stood to face her, and put my hand on her. “Good morning. I understand you have been up for a long time. Be at ease. We can do this. It won’t be as magical as your cooking but it will be good.”“Your grace, it is irregular.”“I know, ma’am. It will be okay. Tell anyone who questions you that I bullied you.” I gave her a grin.“Yes, Your Grace. What are you making?”“A country omelet with ham and vegetables. I would like to cook hash brown potatoes if there are any ready.”“What are hash brown potatoes, Your Grace?”Ange was pouring the diced. How are you?’ ‘I’m okay, I guess. About as good as could be expected.’ That sounded a bit fatalistic, but I wasn’t sure where this conversation was supposed to go. ‘Uhhm … Happy New Year,’ I stumbled. ‘I hope so, Stan. I can’t wait for this one to end. That’s why I called, actually.’ She paused and I waited for what was coming next. ‘I feel I owe you an explanation for my actions … my attitude. I know it isn’t going to change anything, and I know we aren’t going to be together, but … I just.