He could remember thenight well, and while it hadn't been traumatic, it had been a littlesurprising.Diana had been away on a business trip for the wee... that their Daughterturned thirteen. He was laying alone in the large bed of his Husband andmissing her. He hadn't been able to sleep because he was so use to havinghis Husband spooning around him and holding him tight in her strong arms.It had gotten to a point to where he'd thought that he wouldn't get tosleep that night.Then, to his surprise,. She enjoyed it all. The enjoyed with his hot breath washing over her privates, his tongue and lips on her clit, dipping into her slit, and even her son’s tongue delving momentarily into her ass crack. It was so deliciously nasty and depraved and she loved every minute of it.“Oh shit, baby. You make your mother feel so fucking hot. Lick it. Taste it. Lick and taste your mother’s hot wet cunt.”Mark was tasting it from the moment his tongue had touched her crotch. He put his index fingers on her. They ebbed in and out of clarity. My eyes were bloodshot, and my ears were ringing. Sleep wasn’t something I did much of anymore. There was a distant pounding sound, it was almost like drums. It took me a moment to realize it was Sir Raftas knocking on my door. “Your Highness, you have a visitor!” He called. I grabbed the eyedrops from beside my mirror, and moisturized my eyes. After quickly making sure I looked sane, I bid my guest to enter. Lady Catherine Jonias was a woman in her. The thought that the only thing that divided me and her was a curtainwas in and of itself, erotic. And I soon began to wonder, was Jasonexperiencing this pleasure too?Feeling his fingers scissor in and out of my hole, it sent shivers andthrills down my spine. A thrill that only grew greater when I felt himclimb onto the table. What was going on?That was when I felt it, a hardness pressing against my arse. He wasnaked! I half-expected him to fuck me then and there, and the thought ofit didn't.