The door opened after a short pause and Davis, Sir Wilbur’s Butler stood there with a wide smile breaking out on his face, “Master Robert it’s s... good to see you again!”‘Thank you Davis, is Sir Wilbur at home?’“He’s in his study.” He said, leading the way. Davis announced him and ushered him in.Sir Wilbur sat in his armchair by a roaring log fire reading the Times. “Robert my boy!” He said, leaping out of the chair and giving Robert a bear hug while saying over his shoulder, “Davis we’ll take. The knock on the door was almost a relief; all this build up of excitement would finally find its release. I walked to the door, my cock fully erected, ready for the wife to enjoy. I opened the door and said: “Hi! How are you guys?”“We’re doing well,” said the husband watching his beautiful wife staring at my throbbing cock, moving up and down with every heart beat. The wife was a natural beauty: soft facial features, beautiful blue eyes, mid-length brown hair and a great ass. She was wearing. .. 'I fucked her up her arse, all right, and in her vagina, and in her mouth. It was Saturday, and we spent most of the day in bed, sometimes eating, drinking, or briefly sleeping, and then fucking again. I was amazed at my stamina, but somehow just the sight or feel of her got me hard and ready to fuck her.In the evening Rosie cooked a mouth-watering meal, wearing my shirt — unbuttoned - and laughing and trying to push me away as I kissed and fondled her, and then I lit a couple of candles and. He figured he’d start with the hottest ones and then move down if it came to that. He didn’t want to hook his boy up with just some average chick. But with the way Trevor was being, he might not have a choice. His mental note-jotting began to flow quickly as he eyes moved around: No, she’s kind of a bitch. No, she has boyfriend, doesn’t she? Well, maybe she’d still-. No. Fuck that. Hmmm. She’s not bad. That could be a possibil-. Oh shit, I didn’t even know Kelly was here. Damn, that rack’s.