The lights all over the main floor seemed to be off, a good indication that my mom, Joan Hanson, went to bed and would not know that I broke curfew ag...in, still I had to be careful parents had a funny way of impossibly hearing a back or front door opening and closing when a child comes in late. I dug my keys out from my front pocket, my finger brushed up against my flaccid shaft sending a wave of pleasure through my midsection making it clearly obvious Mr. Happy would not take long to become. “And which particular one would that be? Wellington has many aphorisms attributed to him.”“Publish and be damned.” Metternich said. “Surely, Pierre, you know of the retort Wellington made when threatened with blackmail. However, we do need to find another in the English establishment who we might bend to our will as soon as possible; Castlereagh’s death is a severe blow to our plans.”“Well, the Italian Project was cancelled, so our scheme did achieve its end,” Laval said.“I believe Klemens. ” I kissed him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him push his already rock hard cock against my thigh. We slowly made our way, entwined, to the couch where he pushed me down and ripped my dress off. He hovered above me, grinding his cock into my throbbing pussy, separated my several layers of fabric. I moaned. “Aw fuck baby! It’s been too long” “I am gonna fuck this pussy, but first..” He slowly kissed his way down my body, pulling my tits out of my bra and caressing them in that. So I played the old `good friends' routine for my son's benefit and sat beside my ex-wife at the dinner table. Cathy told me that she and Arlene became real good buddies after our mutual divorce. And that Arlene was still very hurt by the way that you quickly dumped her for the younger Karen. You know the typical ex-wives bullshit. Anyhow I got the distinct impression that part of Cathy's planned discussion with me was to let me know that Arlene might be interested in a reconciliation with you..