The king sighed and stood back, folding his arms. “I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a father from a household. Least of al..., one with a son.” He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in front of him. “What is your name, my boy?” Gabriel slowly looked into the king’s eyes, again surprised at how exquisite they were. “G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace.” The king smiled then, his handsome face almost other worldly. “Gabriel.” He said his name as if weighing it. “You are quite lovely,. Laying there, waiting, eyes closed. She hears me walk quietly across the room to stand over her.Sitting down next to her on the bed, she turns to face me, opening her eyes to meet my own. We exchange a small smile as I lean down, kissing her gently on the lips, holding her cheek and jaw in my hand as I do so. With a slow, deft touch I run the back of my finger-tips down the side of her neck, down her arm and finally along her toned stomach. Her body is tanned and solid. A shiver of excitement. He leaned forward, the razor in his hand. It was shaking.“I don’t know if I can, baby,” he moaned.“You have to put on the shaving cream first,” she said.He dropped the razor into the water, and picked up the can, pointed at his other hand. Then he changed, and pointed it at her pussy. From a foot away, he pressed the release, and a stream of shaving cream splatted right onto her pussy lips.“Ooooo! That tickles!” she said. “I think you missed. You’ll have to rub it ... higher.”Jeff’s hand darted. I spun her around to face the window and pulled her jeans down to her ankles along with her thong. As I got my own jeans off, she kicked her pants off her feet, then she bend over. She put her hands on the ledge above the heater below the window. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the head into her pussy lips to get it wet. She purred. Then I pushed it inside her and we both moaned, loving that first thrust. I started to fuck her, then reached over her back and slid open the sheer curtain a few.