Mine revelry was short, afore I heard Giles repeat his challenge. ‘Tis the Widow Gwen’, came the reply. ‘Please halt, Widow. M’lord is upon t...e ramparts, let us ask his leave.’ He then shouted out, ‘M’Lord may the Widow Gwen pass this way?’ ‘Give her leave Giles’, was mine grant. The Widow Gwen brought much ease to mine mind. She was but one, of few, widows of past enemies made when their mates were slain for their defiance of my authority. There were many women made widows of in past times. She replaced her late and unlamented and barren cousin in his bed. She would provide the Miller heir to the throne.Not a real throne, but the head of a deviously complicated multi-national conglomeration as old as the nation. Its power plays in respect to governments equally as old. Battles had been fought in Europe and Asia and America to benefit Legacy, now HMLI or Henry Miller Legacy, Incorporated or "Himlee." Interests in winning the battles sought not only more riches, but an agenda of. The weather was hot, as in sweaty hot. We had AC, but, being mechanically inept, I was leery of using it for fear of overheating.The first hours of the trip were fun and filled with a bit of figuring out how things worked, such as how to pull on and off the highway in a rig much larger than we had ever experienced. The first night, we had a small campsite booked, so we were able to park and get some sleep without any problem. But, as the sun came up and we headed out on the open road, we had. I took a moment to really look at her, and I saw that she had already put on a bit of makeup. She was just as pretty as her sisters, and she didn't need much. She had just enough to work with the flash. She ignored my scrutiny as she walked over and grabbed my cock. It wasn't fully hard, but it was stiff enough."I want you harder than that if I'm going to punish you," she quipped. "What pose do you want first?"She moved to the bed and I started snapping away.While my wife and her youngest.