Anthony had planned the burial in London where all the important people of his father’s acquaintance would have a chance to give him the last honour.... Lord Lambert had been a very important man after all. Not only a millionaire banker himself, but also an adviser of fellow financiers and of government officials who had all sought his insight and impartial views.Yet, his mother had vetoed those plans and insisted on a simple burial service in the church of Matcham where they had married.Anthony. She hadn’t bothered to wake him, thinking she would probably be back before he even knew she had left. Now that they had reached an understanding of sorts, she didn’t want to be apart from him anymore. She would retrieve her belongings from her cousin’s house and spend the rest of her time in Paris with Aidan. She cautioned herself not to move too fast, not to be too optimistic. She couldn’t help it, though. Aidan had proven that he wanted her, without a doubt. And not just sexually. She had. I was enjoying having my cock in a place that very few other cocks had been.Judy was a confirmed lesbian, and from what I had learnt about her, she had been fucked in her teens by her brother before she swore off cock and became an avid pussy licker. My cock was probably the first real one in her pussy in over 20 years.With hands on her hips for leverage I slammed deeply into her pussy whilst she moaned and groaned, and implored me to fuck her hard and deep.Judy had stormed into my home when I. " You say something?" came Misty's echoing voice from down the hall, followed by several loud clicking sounds."Nothing!" laughed Miranda, sitting down on an overstuffed couch and grabbing a handful of cashews from a small crystal bowl on the coffee table, "Just quoting my mom!" Nice place, though," she commented, only half paying attention to the sound Misty made as she went from the aquarium room to the kitchen, "And then I'll leave my under-things all over the place, run up a huge long.