It was around 7 at night by the time the sky darkened, on a cold december night. As the sky darkened, I began humping the frontside of the chair, maki...g it rock back and forth. I started oozing from my cock and it started making my thong wet. And for about a half hour, I kept humping the chair, with my cock still inside my thong, enjoying how sexy and aroused I was feeling, which in turn it kept me feeling warm. Only a few more minutes and then, I felt my balls and cock get numb, but it felt so. I crouched down and slowly walked towards our bedroom window as quietly as I could. As I come to the window, I did my best to keep my head down and not be noticed. Luckily it was getting dark enough that it would be pretty hard for me to be spotted with how many trees are outside our home. As I stepped a bit closer, I hear voices but can't yet make them out. So I continue to creep in a bit more as to hear what's being said. At this point my heart was starting to beat heavily as I listened. The African king stroked the girl’s bare shoulder and felt his dick rising. “And I thought I was hung.” “For goodness sake chaps,” moaned Charles. “Let’s have a bit of decency around here. Get back Camilla,” he added, shoving the old horse’s head out of the stable door. She neighed loudly in disgust. He continued. “We have brought you gifts Jesus, from afar. This is King Bill from America and King Mandela from South Africa and I am King Charles of England.” “You had a baby ... him... ?” started. Funny name Gus for a female but that’s how I know her.“Cor! That’s better, bloody tight ... big difference, smooooothh ... aaahh, she doesn’t do that often,” she sighs. “You realise we are rejections Labby. Was next to an old pal of mine the other night, Ms ... you know her.” I didn’t react, knowing the story Gus had spouted on from the day we met. “Ms tells me we aren’t cheap, just the wrong place at the wrong time...” Gus in her superior status and who can blame her having the prime position,.