“Is there a story behind it?” I asked.“Oh yes, a story,” he said. It seemed that was the right thing to ask because he settled right in and st...rted relating the most improbable tale I’d ever heard.“Back before the first World War in about ‘07, golly, more than a hundred years ago, Georgia’s great grandfather on her mother’s side was an advisor to the Kaiser of Germany who was also King of Prussia. He’d worked in the US Trade Department and was responsible for setting up trade agreements with. Go for it!”She smiled kissed me fervently, and went with her father, who nodded at me with a glance at her: he understood. I nodded back and I could not read his smile. A little niggle about what he true motives might be. After all, he was a Roasburie.I went to work, and to my surprise was able to concentrate, which was a relief after my poor performance the previous week. At lunchtime, taken this time ‘on the hoof’ as I sought to make the progress I lacked previously, all three of my ladies. As they kissed he gently felt her breasts and made her dark-brown nipples grow big and hard. She took his other hand and guided it across her stomach and below her belly button. He needed no further prompting and slipped his fingers inside her pants, over her neatly-shaven pubic hair and began gently stroking her wet pussy.“Oh, that’s lovely.” She moaned.She unzipped his trousers and massaged his hard cock, then they paused to remove their remaining clothes. His cock was not big but it was very. In an instant she was wet. She took another toke. Maybe she should go back upstairs and see if her husband could get it up. Probably not, after last night’s booze and maybe a babe in the spare room. He had been snoring one of those ‘dead-until-noon’, sleep it off, log-sawing sounds when she had left the bedroom. Well, there was always her trusty dildo. She had another hit of reefer and felt really mellow. “I wish that fresh freshman was around this morning.” She said out loud. “Maybe.