I lit a few citronella candles around to give a nice ambiance and to keep mosquitoes away.From the kitchen window, I could see Rhett on his way throug... the beach. He was wearing blue shorts, a white buttoned-down shirt with sleeves rolled up, no shoes. He reminded me of Sean Connery, sexy like hell. I was nervous like a teenager on her first date. Was it a date? Oh Jeez, I didn't think about it.He knocked at the door. "Hello? I'm here,” he said through the screen door."C’mon in! I'm in the. Griselda expected that as part of the punishment the Lady Petrova would be divorced from her husband but would retain his whole fortune and estates. The Lady could then choose a husband more to her own liking or set up a harem of suitable males if she did not wish to remarry although the remarriage would not be a bar to the creation of the harem. I have to use the word ‘harem’, unsuitable though it may be, from failure to discover a convenient word in the English tongue to describe a stable of. Grinning ear to ear, confident in my soldier’s eagerness at standing to attention, I began to pull down my trousers and my underwear, both of which had also become soaked in her juices. I still left on the bobble hat that she had put on my head, continuing to play her game. With my cock upright and my balls ready to burst, I awaited the magnificent. And waited. And waited. Cautiously I took off the hat. The room had darkened considerably since I had come in. She was nowhere to be seen. I got up. Sara could do nothing but smirk at the animal noise her daughter had let loose. Wanting to make her daughter make more cute little noises, Saras tongue snaked out from between her lips to land on Joys hard nipple. A shock of electricity ran through Joy from her saliva-bathed nub to her newly awakened clitoris. The new-found feeling throbbed between her legs and shook the cells with an animalistic want for more of the electricity her mother had incited. Throbbing sensations doubled in Joys small.