Normally this wouldn't have been a problem as it was 2am and dark, nobody would see me, but after following orders from my mistress earlier, I was wea...ing a girly pair of panties under my jeans. How could I let the lads see them? I'd never hear the end of it! I tried to get out of the dare, making loads of excuses but it didn't do any good, I had to do it. I took my t-shirt off and then quickly tried dropping my jeans and panties together so that nobody would see them. I succeeded but as I went. . "The present Earl has a cottage on the edge of the Castle grounds. It's all that remains of his family's once mighty landholdings, but I don't he's around these parts a lot - not since his father died and he inherited what little was left of the family fortune. I can't say I've ever set eyes on him, or any one else I know. He's some kind of intellectual - I heard he's a writer of highly scholastic tomes, the like of which would send you and me to sleep in seconds - and spends most of his time. She’d worked out to remain slim and had those white milky boobs popping out of her tight top she was wearing. I could see the lower parts of her legs from the knee length skirt she was wearing. On the second night after dinner only me, my wife and Vina remained in the living room. We were sitting on the floor and decided to play cards. She came and sat in front of me. From the angle I was sitting I could see some of her silky thighs and that gave me an instant hard-on, thinking about the virgin. It tingles for a brief second, a minor distraction. The warm, sticky liquid joy coats my tongue with each long lick. I drift, my mind is taken into deep darkness behind my eyelids, a space where two waves softly lap as fingers dig into my flesh while a hot breath teases. Butterfly kisses and tongue tips tracing swirls down my spine until a lick at my tailbone. The hand scraping my mound makes me squirm, and gives pleasure for Petit.Sopping wet panties drawn slowly over my upturned disappear.