She whispered to me: "you may touch me". I had t control myself my hands wanted to grab those titties my fingers wanted to thrust deep inside her, but...I kept my cool, and gently massaging her breast. She slowly slide her hand into my pants, "O" she said " raise by your hand".... I just blushed. the whole time I was quite did not say a thing, not because I didn't know what to say, I was just afraid I am going to wake up and then this was just a dream.Gently she started to kiss me gently biting. I had known Abigail since she was a baby (she was the result of a tryst behind the bike sheds at school). Her parents and I had always been friends."Uncle Marty!" Abigail cried as I walked through the door. "What are you doing here?"Abigail was no fool; she had known me all her life. She knew I wasn't there to get fit. As she was showing me around the place and how to use the equipment, she was pumping me for all she was worth. In the end I told her that I wanted to get acquainted with. “I’m not your first...” I remarked.“You’re my first King.”“And hopefully your last for some time.”A few thrusts later I had spent myself inside her and was ready to dress.Charlie Burnes, an old friend from Brighton who had been packed off to Eton after my ascension was not so lucky. He was still in full Eton dress when I approached him.“Charlie,” I clapped him on the shoulder, “we’ve just got to get you out of that bloody school.”“I’ll say. Freddie, this is Diana, the Earl of Hardington’s. "Look Scooter, it's Old Josh'ssteer." I crowed happily, thinking of reward money. It was sure 'nuffmarked like the steer we'd seen a dozen or more times when it had bustedloose before. We ran up, and sure 'nuff just like those critters thesteer was sleeping. Being careful we woke it and started leading it backto the farm."Uh, Bubba, you know we are going to have a problem with collecting thatreward, right?" questioned Scooter, who seemed dead set on ruining mygood mood."Why's that Scooter? Old.