Kent and Robert were nineteen and eighteen years old, respectively, sons by his first wife who had died giving Robert birth. They were much alike to t...eir father, having his same stocky build, dark hair and countenance, and innate cruelty. Kent was, of course, the heir to the Dunrossiter estates and fortune, and Rob’s father was expected to buy his middle son a lieutenancy in the Army a few months hence. Both youths delighted in tormenting the servant girls, and if the whispered rumors were. Someone had saved me the trouble of going down to Florida, but what I couldn't figure out was why. A man like him, the way he used people, would have enemies. But, they would have killed his bodyguards too, not just him. From the information Floyd had given me, this had to have been done by a professional who had some kind of a grudge or a contract.I got up and put on my vest, deciding I would drive to town and have a little talk with Sean to see what he thought. I knew he still had connections. God she was beautiful. The curve of her hips, her butt and her breasts were nothing short of desirable, and her mouth – he longed to taste her lips once again. She noticed her hands were shaking ever so slightly and her chest dipped up and down faster than normal. He could tell she was nervous. He walked up to stand behind her one hand on her hip and pointed to the ocean where she was watching a group of Dolphins dip and jump for the people in the boats. ‘Such beautiful creatures,’ she. She dropped herself onto his pelvis, slowly, savouring each movement. She gently rocked on him, his turgid shaft pressing deeply into her on each bounce, stimulating her G-spot each time. With one hand between her legs, stroking her clit, her moans started again although this time they were intermixed with his grunts. Her undulations became faster and deeper until finally she screamed out, begging him to let her release. As another powerful climax prepared to overtake her body she shuddered.