I could feel the power of his muscles beneath me as he lunged forward with all his heart, to get me to you and the sunset on time. We were making goo... time; I had never known him to run so well, so fast, and with such ease. We had made such good time that when I saw a small cottage in the clearing I slowed. I stopped to give my steed a well-deserved rest and a cool drink.The cottage was small and simple with a little flower garden in the front. An old woman was tending her garden and I. It wasn’t the jocks or popular guys though. She looked for deserving ones who might not get the “rapture” any other times. There was a happy trail of former virgins in her past.She would come home from dates, or just going out to screw, and make sure that I got my balls emptied as well. It was always a favorite of hers to put me on my back, straddle my waist, and rub her seed–dripping pussy along my shaft until I squirted on my tummy. She would scoop some up with her fingers and rub herself off. Both of us were heading fast towards our 40’s, and were a bit tired and flat after many years of emotional turmoil…and neither of us had any plans to go looking for a new partner. We were of the mindset that we would just chill out for a while and learn to live our lives to suit ourselves. As both of as are pretty highly sexed (more of that later), we were also quite excited in our separate ways at the prospect of some new and exciting sexy fun coming our respective ways……and then we met. Two. Those rumours were supported by the seating order for the evening. Arnulf sat on his chair, with Nele at his right side. Nele's brothers filled the raised table to her right, but on Arnulf's left sat Katherine, the widow of his brother, with the Count of Nassau at her side. By ancient tradition, only kin of the Erlenburg barons sat at the raised table.Thus, when Arnulf solemnly announced the betrothal of his sister-in-law with the Count of Nassau, there was no surprise or astonishment, but.