Holding tightly onto Wendy’s arse I now started to rhythmically but very slowly start to pump in and out, with every in thrust Wendy pushed back to ...eet me. With my nerves now a distant memory the waves of pleasure began to wash over me with every thrust. The small bed was beginning to rhythmically creak and Wendy was beginning to moan with our every movement. Steadily with deliberate movements I continued and at the same time savouring the delicious sight of Wendy’s tight vagina gripping my. Taking a deep breath, I too, removed my pants. Again, I heard *Huh!* and ‘Oh’ but they were of surprise and not disappointment. I quickly sat down. Melange raised her eyebrows at me. I returned the expression. “I’m sure you all are educated in what people might do from this stage. To prevent further awkwardness, I am going to leave now. But. You may not just sit here. Do what comes naturally.” With those words Mr. Skipper left the room.After a few minutes of silence, I took a brave. The chief equerry then led the way outside to a very large castle courtyard. There a reviewing stand had been set up. Beyond it was the band of the Grenadier Guards, along with a Guards company. At parade rest beside them were the personnel of an RAF fighter squadron. Although they didn’t know it, the squadron was the 17th, the one the Duke had commanded in 1940 and in which Karl Kosta had served. Just as they were about to mount the steps to the reviewing stand, an equerry discreetly removed. It was only when our lips parted that the circus surrounding us came back to life. Surrounded again by the sounds and smells of the only world I had ever known, I realized I had felt transported if even for a few moments. Daring to look into his eyes I could see the sparkle of satisfaction that lit up his entire face."If I were a betting man, I would bet you won't soon forget our kiss," he said with a husky voice thick with confidence.I stood motionless desperately trying to form a sensible.