And then I told her about your blue-greyeyes and showed her some of our pics. ?Goddamn girl, he?s a fine man.? ???? She was talkingabout you just a li...tle too much. And you know me and vodka, and you know who Iam when I get drunk, and you know who jealous I am. And she started to askabout your cock, ?What does it look like? How long is it?? Then she saidsomething like, ?So, how long can he fuck you?? And I told her our quickieswere about 20 to thirty minutes, but when it?s a good night, we can. "Now listen," I said to the girl after I ran up the steps only hitting three of the seven. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap, looking about twelve, a ravishing twelve. "Here's what I found out, and I'm Bible-sure its true. Sir Philip, your financé, also known as General Ridge, is a well-known pederast, glutton, fornicator, drunkard and rake. He is fifty-seven, give or take a year or so, and has a wife, well-connected, his second or third, and seven or eight legitimate. She could see her mother’s chest rising and falling and knew she wasn’t dead. But seeing her laying there disturbed her and she screamed, “OhGod, what happened?”Bill said, “Don’t worry. She will be just fine. She just got over excited, a little. Look she’s coming around.” Sarah was indeed beginning to stir. She sat up and asked, “What happened?” She felt a soreness in her crotch and smiled as she remembered what she and Bill had been doing. She said, “I always wanted you to be my first, but. 'I’ve got myself some manners,' he said, his eyebrows cocked as my face fell in confusion. 'What…you can put your cock inside me but you can’t fuck me with it?' I asked, lifting myself off the bed so my elbows kept me propped upwards. 'Well…I meant table manners.' He nodded, his laugh hidden as he sank down the bed under the sheet that was based at our thighs. 'What are you on about?' I questioned, I’d barely finished my sentence before I felt his warm hands settle on my thighs, pulling them.