I followed her switching off the kitchen lights. Hall lights were enough. I grabbed her from behind, rubbing my hard crotch against her ass. She press...d against the kitchen slab.“What happened to you?” she asked softly.“You in panties and tees…You know I always fantasize about this..” I whispered to her ears. My rubbing goes rougher. My hands exploring her waist and upper body parts.She takes her hand behind over my pants zip“Gosh its ready already”“You made it ready! ..Are you?” I moved my. The wagon driver delivered the instructions, “These are the honoured guests of Lord Paramount Harelmaine, they are to be given a suite of rooms to themselves and their every need seen to.”Fairly innocuous instructions, but there were audible gasps and one of the older maids fainted when “Lord Paramount Harlemaine” was mentioned. I guess work of the previous lord paramount’s death hadn’t reached here until now.Also, more to the point- Hawkins’ first name was Harlemaine? Poor bastard.Either way,. That's what they were waiting for. They both walked to me. Shirts open, one guy in his boxers, the other now undoing his pants. They are standing in front of me. I couldn't help but reach out and grab them both. Looking up at them stroking them thru their boxers. I reach in and they both slip their boxers to the floor. I'm sucking one cock and stroking the other. They take my top off and now my bra. I stand and push one guy to the bed. He moves to the headboard. His head tilted up on it to. 'Cultural Attitudes and their effects on Sexual Equality.'I know, it sounds like a thesis, but the actual paper was not so dry. In it I mostly railed against the opposition to women's equality in America, and the attitude, unsupported by anything except anecdotal evidence, that women were somehow the 'weaker' sex. Mrs. Irving loved it, but she was afraid it wouldn't be well received by the principal, the superintendent of schools or the school board.Yes, I was using my second chance to say some.