Ripping the covers of the small sleeping form he nearly fell out of bed in shock at who he found there; The Crown Princess, Reiea. 'WHAT THE HELL!' he...shouted at the top of his lungs and jumped out of bed, backing away from it five feet before he felt safe once again. The girl shifted in her sleep and mumbled in a cute way, dressed in a long white nightgown that had ridden up her legs a bit and was displaying two smooth milky white thighs. 'Reiea! Wake up!!' The Princess shifted on the bed once. I put on some black and hot pink lingerie, black fishnets and black heels. We put our red Ikea futon down in our living room, our Christmas tree blinking in the backround. He showed up around midnight. He was a typical white marine, with the marine haircut. Blonde hair blue eyes, seemed to have a decent body. We introduce ourselves and we all sit on the futon. His name is Dustan, turns out hes a paramedic for the Navy and married with kids. I have to go pee real quick I say Mind if I suck. He told me he was an airline pilot - retired and I was quite surprised. Whilst to a twenty year old he looked advanced in years I wouldn't have credited him to have been more than 45...in effect he was 57. Perhaps it was his full head of hair, not an ounce of excess fat on the guy or maybe the fact that not a single crease flawed his almost clear complexion - so he really was older than my dad. He asked why I was going to London and I replied that I was attending an interview for a. X's hair in one hand, and an empty glass in the other. It all seemed so decadently tawdry, yet an arousal of almost inflammatory proportions set in, and Ellie pressed Mrs. X's face even closer to her snatch, rubbing her mouth against the slippery folds.Mr. Jones calmly lit a cigarette. He stood close to them, watching it all unfold, occasionally reaching over to feel up Ellie's tits, kneading and squeezing them, and finally tugging roughly on her stiff, aching nipples, while he watched Mrs. X.