” That came as a bit of a surprise, but he was turned on, too: I could feel the swell of his cock inside his trousers, pressing against my leg. I p...t my hand on it, and massaged it gently, feeling it stiffen even more. “Come on then, big boy, let’s get back to your flat,” I giggled. “I don’t think I can wait that long, I want you now.” He placed his hand on my breast and began to knead it gently through my wet shirt. I could feel my nipple start to harden, and suddenly he pushed his hand up. I walked back to my seat, and poor Tim was hard as a rock again. "Can you hold out until Geometry?" I asked him. He said he guessed he'd have to.TimBy the time we got to Geometry, my ten-incher was at a perfect ninety-degree angle to my body. Mr. Riswell took one look at me and said, "I assume you need relief, Tim?" "Badly", I said. "Do you want to pick someone?" he asked. I looked at Tina, who nodded her head in the affirmative. "Tina looks like she wants to play", I said. "Very well", Mr.. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. Nothing warmed my heart more than hearing my four-year-old niece yelling “Uncle De De” when I came home to Morganwg, the estate in Cardiff, or hearing my baby nephew giggle when I picked him up. And I know how important it was now that Angus was this shy of thrity-five to have an heir, someone to pass on everything he and his ancestors had sustained while other British aristocrats and European royals had frittered away and diminished ancestry into useless. Being around people seemed less of an issue. I wasn’t sure how much I enjoyed just going places and drinking with strangers, but Voss and Enna- two people who, in my previous life, I would have nothing but contempt for- were my two best friends. Well, at least the two best friends among people I wasn’t sleeping with.But big booze-fueled pub crawls still weren’t my cup of tea. Or, I suppose, mug of ale. I went along with it for awhile, as I was building a fine case of cabin fever over the last.