Never choose one by name, understand? They are, theoretically all the same."The girl nodded and licked her lips. She had been allowed to observe the l...st swearing in of new members of the Queens' Own Lancers, as the palace guard was properly known. The novices had appeared before her mother naked, gleaming with oil, their phalluses fully engorged but not aroused, looking like foot-long clubs, hanging limply. Sausages, the girl thought. Tumescent was the word someone told her.Her mother had. Thankfully, their occasional sleepovers always took place at Anton’s home.A great benefit for Anton when he was growing up, was that he was never bullied. One look at Bennet was all that it took to stay well clear of his cousin. In a reciprocal gesture, Anton always coached Bennet and if it hadn’t been for him, Bennet would never have got through high school.When Anton began to realize he was gay, tutoring Bennet during their final years of high school became an ordeal for him. Bennet was. My heart was pounding as I continued to push 2 or 3 fingers into her wet pussy and she was rubbing herself vigorously and after just a few minutes started to orgasm. She moaned and shook like I had never seen her do so intensely before as she came in waves of excitement. As she finally subsided the show was over. At the peak, she had stretched out her legs and had touched the man's leg which had been a bit of a put off for K****e for a moment. K****e relaxed a bit, her face still flushed. After the drink I was shown upstairs to one of the bedrooms whilst Frank engaged in some business patter.I emerged after five minutes, having changed into a white satin basque, white seamed stockings, white high heels and a tiny pair of see through white knickers. I had shaved my pussy earlier in the evening, whilst fantasizing about what may happen.My thoughts drifting back to Mike, my husband and of how I adored him, yet loved being the unfaithful slut wife at times too.The conversation in.