Her would-be husband, a foul Tory with a notorious reputation was now on his way north, bound and gagged, to what I hoped would be a long and painful ...uestioning and then a short dance at the end of a stout rope.His brand-new and never-used wife, the former Louisa Maria Farnsworth of the Philadelphia Farnsworths, was a tall beauty of some seventeen summers who had reluctantly agree to the match at her step-father's instance. She now stood, lips slightly parted and a rather glazed look in her. ’ I turned on my side so we where face to face, she smiled, it was beautiful. ‘Dear I thank you for your faith in my perfectness, but its false faith, I’ve done my share of stupid things.’ She reached over and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear tenderly. ‘Remember Cassidy?’ ‘Yes, I liked Cassidy, she was very nice. I really think she was the one for you.’ ‘Yes, well, so did I. I really thought that she was my soul mate and that scared me and I screwed it up.’ ‘How?’ ‘Well, remember that. .I am about to have a lawsuit on my hands. I cringed and looked down at her until we made eye contact. She smiled at me, bright eyed, and said, "I was wondering what your next move would be. Well, here is mine." She reached out and grabbed my crotch area through my pants and lightly squeezed. Her hand was gone as quick as it came and she turned and walked away. I stood there, dumbfounded, with my semi-erect cock beginning to form a bulge in the front of my pants. This game of touch and. This could get interesting. I saw Fred’s right hand move up between Tim’s legs, followed by a grunt from Tim. The hoover is back on me, and I could feel Fred’s left hand move up to my ass. A finger finds its way in, and straight to massaging the prostate it goes. I now understand Tim’s last grunt. Fred knows his way around ass holes with his dick and fingers!From here on out Fred alternated his blow job between us while increasing the finger count to two. Terrific head coupled with prostate.