We were placed directly behind the King, underneath a portico at the building’s front entrance. I did think the speech he made, expressing his hopes...that one day no child should have to grow up motherless as he did, quite touching, and I am sure the display of emotion on his poor father’s face moved everyone that saw it.After the opening his majesty gave a ball at the palace. I was delighted when he asked me for the first dance.“I see you’ve given up tight lacing,” he remarked.“Yes, my brother. I know you suck cock. I want to see how good you are at it. I know your mother will be better until you practice a bit, but give it your best shot."Beth nervously leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took about three inches of my cock into her mouth. With little suction and no tongue action, the teen bobbed her head up and down those three inches of cock. That may have satisfied George, but it was a pitiful excuse for a blowjob, especially when compared to her mother."Damn girl. Suck on it. His phallus was light coloured, and the texture appeared flawless. His balls were long and heavy looking.When I asked Bennie how big his cock got when erect, he suggested I find out by touching it. As I held it in my hand, I got to my knees before him and began fondling this thing of wonder. Bennie’s dick responded, expanding instantly. It did indeed resemble the girth and shape of the brandy bottle in question. There was no way one would ever accommodate, more than the first few inches in any. She felt impossibly tight, the girth of my meat hitting all of the walls of her hot, quivering, snatch. She let out another one of her little humming moans as she reached the base, then breathed in again as she heaved her hips upwards. She began to bounce up and down on my pole, the wet slick noises making a beautiful song with her cooing. Suddenly she leaned forward and grasped my head in her arms holding on for leverage as her hips seemed to take on a life of their own and began pounding down.