“The Prince wants to meet you. I’ve only mentioned you are Lady Derwen’s husband. So he thinks of you as a merchant prince. To be honest, I woul...n’t put it past him to ask for a loan.”I laughed. He looked at me stone-faced. “You’re serious?” I queried. “Couldn’t you portray me in some other fashion?”“To be honest, telling him your history of fighting wouldn’t make him friendly,” he meekly confided. “You’d be a threat to his plans.”“That’s great, a jealous prince,” I whispered back.“I told him,. She reached into his pants and fondled his balls for a minute before she moved on. A good tease would make his climax all the more pleasurable, and the happier he was, the more likely she could get out of this without any more trouble. She released his mouth and withdrew her hand so she could lick her fingers just a little. She started kissing his neck with feigned passion as she moved back in front of him and used both hands to pull down his clothes, revealing his full, erect length. ‘Mmmmm,’. Johnson. You can let me go now."She paused."If you want to, that is."Stephanie smiled up at me. Did she know I was had one hand on her left boob? I figured she had to know, but it didn't seem to bother her."You bet, sweetie," I said as I released her. She looked a little disappointed. I glanced to the side. My spouse looked disappointed too, maybe. Julie, a little further away, licked her lips.It was one of those silly accidents, nothing more. Stephanie was carrying a Diet Coke from the kitchen. "Do you feel better now?" she asked."Yes I do, honey," Alison said. "That river of yours is the besttherapist in the world. I didn't realize how much hate I had for thosepeople in Toronto, but now, knowing the river will take care of them,I really don't even think about it. I'm just anxious to get the housedown there sold, and everything moved up here so we can get on withour lives. This is such a great place to live, and grow up, and toraise a family." I'm sorry you didn't get the bank.