The interior of Lady Cordelia’s castle was impressive in Rowena’s opinion because it had a lot more finery and valuable furnishings lacking in her...father’s modest estate. Of course, the years in the Holy Land and the ravages of constant harassment by the minions of the Sheriff in search of expanded tax revenues whittled away the generations-old collection of personal property all sold by the tax collector without permission of the absentee owner. Rowena was too young to understand the process. When we got to the house I expected him to want to rush to bed. Again, I was mistaken. He wanted to get a drink and talk some more. We talked for almost another hour about why they were swinging and why Doug and I started. It was a really nice talk. I felt myself getting horny hearing him tell me about their swinging.To my surprise, I was the one who suggested we go to the bedroom. “John, I have to say I have loved talking with you but would you like to go to the bedroom now?”“Yes, I would like. He smiled as I slowly got on my knees, face to face with his big dick. I leaned in, licking his thick shaft up and down the entire length, right before I opened up and wrapped my mouth around it. " OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH fuck yea!! Thats it, suck it girl!", he moaned as he placed one hand behind my head. I circle jerked him as I sucked him good, spitting on it for lube, as I tried deepthroating it all. I gagged as I had 3/4s of it in my mouth and throat, trying my hardest to get it all in. He was. Theydisappeared up under the hem of her skirt, slipping up along the sleeknylon stockings, and over the lacy stocking-tops. My fingertips dancedacross the smooth skin of my upper, inner thigh to rest on the hardnessthat had forced down the front of her panties.MY panties.The evening's constant stimulation had left the black lace front dampfrom my nearly continuously leaking prick.My thumbs hooked the delicate hip straps, and I skinned the tinyunderwear down to just above my stockinged knees. .