“Of course, Sire…”“My thanks to you. The guard in the hallway shall escort you to your quarters. Until we meet again, Maid Madeleine,” Arthu... said.“Your Highness.”Once Madeleine had departed and the door had shut, Guinevere turned to her husband with angry eyes.“That was cold of you, Arthur. I have never known you to be so cruel.”Arthur squeezed his eyes shut; he so hated what he had just ordered the poor girl to do. After a moment, he forced himself to gaze upon his wife. She was eight years. Now I lifted her and hugged her from behind and started pressing and rubbing her waist navel. By now she got aroused and moaning increased. I turned her to her front and hugged her so tight that her boobs got stuck between our bodies. I then started kissing her neck earlobes while rubbing her back. She totally surrendered herself to me.Now I removed her jacket hooks and she is not wearing any bra. Her black boobs of 32 size I guess came out of her jacket. I slowly removed her jacket from her. ‘That’s alright with me, gives me a chance to see what Jim’s up to,’ she thought almost giggling like a girl. Her mind wandered while George was in the shower. The day had been a scorcher and the evening was still very warm. ‘Wonder if Jim wants to swim with me?’ she thought and giggled once more. ‘What’s wrong with me? I’m acting like I did twenty years ago.’ George left for the bar and even if he was not sure if he would score, Jasmine knew he would. He was a very sexy man and tonight he. Somehow they knew not to flee into the dark ancient cedar forest offering false sanctuary. The aromatic smell of the cedars wafted to their noses and lured them like an addictive perfume, calling to them like the Sirens, but they were wary and their bond made them strong. The two lovers ran weaving between the interspersed towering coastal palm trees, their course skirting the beach, always keeping the shimmering blue water within sight. The danger felt less and less as they ran and their eyes.