Another vision of lovliness followed into the room, “Victoria,” Lady Mc explained, “And my eldest Francis.”Bloody hell, her were no oil painti...g, well if her was it were by a bloody kid wi a bloody hangover. Wi her short hair and scowling face if it hadn't been for her tits you'd have thought she were a bloody bloke“Reet Francis, hedging your bloody bets were you?” I asked.“How so?” Lady Mc asked.“Couldn’t tell if it were a bloody bloke or a bloody girl eh, I seen prettier bloody cabin boys,. ‘He’s arrived. Look sharp, Clarie, don’t slouch.’ He walked out and I followed. ‘Mr Cox, lovely to see you again,’ a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook hands with my father and hugged. ‘You too, Enrique, how is your father, recovering I hope,’ Daddy said, with a chuckle. Enrique smiled widely and nodded, ‘Recovering well, thank you sir,’ he replied. His blue eyes went towards me, ‘Who is this shy woman?’ Daddy. The booth we were sitting at was the only one in the room and it was curved. This was also leather and oversized. There was a fireplace that was on and soft music played in the background. The only light came from candles placed around the room.A few minutes later, April entered the room with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne.April is an ebony beauty standing at five feet eleven inches, one hundred forty pounds, medium length auburn hair, brown eyes, toned body, 36D cup, shaved. She grabbed my hair,fingers desperately snatching and caressing through the strands. Iredoubled my efforts and changed breast, my left hand finding its waydown into Julia trousers, and past a small clump of hair."Go-o-od I'm so wet," she managed to moan between gasps.She wasn't wrong, her panties were drenched. All around her lips wasslick with juices, and my fingers had no problem sliding against them.Julia started to convulse under me, all semblance of rhythm in her wasgone. Gasps were.