“Ay mistress, my Lord Byron.” “Belinda!” “Byron!” The shock and accusations rolled around the now horseless cart. “If I may, my Lady, my...Lord?” Groat fought to get the situation under control, “‘twould be better we were not here. Those soldier boys are not very bright, but even they are going to figure out that we’re hardly likely to leave one guarding them while the other two share out the loot. “If I may make a suggestion? We’d best be away and meet this afternoon and discuss this in more. “Ok baby, let’s make up for it.” Mark unbuckled his belt and slowly slid out of his pants. He quickly pulled off his shirt and underwear. The sight of Sara like this had moved him to arousal and his cock was hard and swollen. “I see somebody is glad to see me.” He moved towards her and lay at the foot of the bed looking directly at her open pussy. “I want to do something different love - something special.” The thought of something different in their lovemaking routine excited Sara. It wasn’t. He still had a single silver forelock, in his curly brown hair, but that was the only thing that might remotely show his age. He was still heavily muscled and didn't show any signs that age slowed him down in the slightest.Even though she looked far younger than her 38, one might confuse him as her brother to any who didn't know them, instead of as father and daughter.And even though she was just three seasons older, her mother Brianna often joked that it did her image good to have it look like. “MYRA,” he said, needing to go over what his friend had advised for her. But her passion had pulled his sexual trigger as well.All week she had been obsessing on how Eric had mined the seam of her sexual gold. That next morning, she ached from being overstretched by his enormous penis, something she hadn’t remembered after her night with Ashton Fisher. All week her vagina seemed to tingle with each step she took. She had to see it again and experience the feeling of it being thrust inside her..