There was a log fire in the grate and a good film on TV. Dad was stroking Mum’s nylon covered feet. The film had reached one of those scenes where y...u wish that you weren’t actually watching with your parents and when suddenly my sister nudged me and looked over at the other sofa, I realised that my parents had forgotten that they weren’t exactly alone in the room because my father’s hand had started to stray up from my mother’s ankles. I could also see that mum’s ankles were further apart than. I am the Countess of Bargoed. You wrote to me yesterday. What makes you think that I am your grandmother, and who is your mother?"Elinor was a little put out at the bluntness of this approach, but she took a deep breath and said, "The Kobekistani Ambassador in London said that I am the daughter of the Emir. My mother was Pauline, his Oxford girlfriend. The Emir has been kind enough to give me a lot of money and the use of the Emerald Palace. I thought that as I knew nothing of this until after. (gulp, deep inhale through the nose, gulp, gulp, gulp, sharp exhale, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.)Rachel: Wow, you should see your throat.Millies eyes rolled in the back of her head as she swallows. Rachel: Save some for me! Millie fell back after gorging herself, the horse shoots one final time on her face again. Millie takes a moment to burp and catch her breath.Rachel: You did it Millie, you satisfied that horse! Look, his cock is dying down!Millie: Good, cause I can’t have. When we got in Jen pushed me back onto the bed and almost jumped on top, kissing me passionately. “That was amazing, but I want you to make love to me now please”. I did as asked, a slow and gentle undressing, foreplay and fuck session which lasted well over an hour. As we lay together in our post-cotial bliss, Jen cuddled up to me and whispered in my ear “I love you”.Wow, we’d never used the L word to each other, other than in the context of how much we loved the sex. I kissed her, a long,.