OK?" You're fine," I said. "I won't fuck you. At least not today." I smiled as I said this, before continuing, "Besides, Sherrie is here to make sure ... only do what you want." At this she smiled and relaxed, lifting her hips slightly to allow me to pull her shorts and panties down. I eased them over her feet and dropped them to the floor, then stood admiring this half-naked girl who had her feet on my shoulders, looking up at me in anticipation. I turned my head slightly right and began kissing. Seconds later I'm flooded by sounds of her orgasm and juices as she rode my face. I kept licking as best as I could and when the sensations started to subside I slowly stopped licking and gingerly kissed the insides of her thighs as she released my head. I crawled up on the bed next to her and gently massaged her breasts and stomach, occasionally caressing her head. I was still fully dressed except for my shoes which I happened to kick off while getting her off. When she recovered. Now it is obvious that it is," the duke said. "Your grandfather, Hero Alfonso Pesciano, was my father. I am saddened for your loss and my own." Holy shit!" Cadence said. "Did you know him? My father?" Very well," Duke Niccolò said. "He was a good bit older than I am—nearly twenty years my senior. But all my childhood, it was as important to see my brother as it was to see my father when the Hero came to call." My father was a Hero, too?" Ah. This tale requires some refreshment for the telling.. Heather was a former beauty queen, and even though she had managed to birth two kids, she still managed to retain her girlish figure. Ted could easily have made the cover of GQ and Heather, well, she could make a potato sack look sexy. I knocked on Ted’s door. We were running late for our 8am Saturday morning tee time. Heather answered the door, dressed casually in stylish size one jeans and a button down white cotton shirt, which she wore untucked. Her long auburn brown hair hung casually.