"Do you refuse?" said Mercedes, in a tremulous voice. "Pray excuse me, madame," replied Monte Cristo, "but I never eat Muscatel grapes."Mercedes let t...em fall, and sighed. A magnificent peach was hanging against an adjoining wall, ripened by the same artificial heat. Mercedes drew near, and plucked the fruit. "Take this peach, then," she said. The count again refused. "What, again?" she exclaimed, in so plaintive an accent that it seemed to stifle a sob; "really, you pain me."A long silence. And when she gasped again and glanced at him quickly before returning her gaze to the again-rutting horses, began rubbing her there. Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then; smelled the smell of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lust. As we regain our energy, we move to the shower, first sharing the cooling effects of the water, then sharing the soap we cant help ourselves. you begin soaping my cock, using your hand to bring me to another erection. I'm using two hands, one in front massaging your spot. The other hand massaging your anal orifice I rub progressively harder until my middle finger penetrates you. This excites you and eventually I work in a second and now I work in two fingers in the front. Your so excited now. I look at you with a look of feigned disdain but in reality I can think of nothing I want more than to push inside you. You now have your skirt hiked up to your hips and your small tight arse looks so inviting. You give your right cheek a slap. “What’s wrong fucker? Cat got your cock?” That was all it needed. I unzipped my trousers and struggled to release my now rock-hard cock that seemed to have grown beyond its normal fully aroused state. I walked towards you and as I did, the look on your.