I crawled to my window, lifted my head high enough so she could see me, and nodded a strong affirmative.She grinned back, and indicated with her hands...that she wanted me to stand in front of the window. Her fingers asked the question, how stiff was my cock? She showed me three positions: hanging limply downwards, straight out horizontally, or headed skyward. I was way past my teenage years when the last position was normal, but I was proud enough of the second position, so I stood and turned. "Then you better eat it up while it's still warm and fresh," he said, and as he did, he handed me a fancy, antique silver soup spoon, that I hadn't noticed him holding before.I came and sat down in front of the bowl as Otto pulled his underpants and slacks back up, watching me closely as he did.I dipped the spoon into the contents and transferred it into my open mouth. I closed my mouth and savored it for a second or so. Then I swallowed."That's some good stuff," I said, glancing up at him; and. Ignoring my plea, she gently massaged my balls, working her fingers around the nutsack. "Kelly!" I protested weakly.Yet there was no way I was going anywhere with such a conspicuous hard-on and she knew it, teasing me with her tongue as it encircled her lips, before she began the recital: "Darling, I was walking to the toilet when I felt someone come up behind me. It took my breath away..."Our eyes met, Kelly's still full of lust like a lingering ember. "Oh God," I exhaled. "Go on."My wife. You own the old Austin lake front property.”“I bought your house?”“Nope ... different branch of the tree. The Royal Branch.”“Royal? What’s that mean?”“That nearly extinct branch used live on an island declared to be an independent country by the United Nations. The island used to be between Burnt, Maple and Bacon Island ... about 2 square miles ... the Princessapality ... When Wendy Austin was on Letterman and joked that Monaco was a Principality because they had a Prince and all her little.