" She held up her forefinger."Is he well?"She nodded, going back to work on my waist buttons as I pulled off my boots. "He rides almost every day and ...rinks a bottle of port almost every night, falls asleep in his chair and two servants carry him up to his bed. He wakes to piss and that's when he sometimes visits me, if he remembers I exist." Poor child," I said, pulling my shirt over my head."Oh," she said, hand to her mouth as she looked at my scarred and hairy body.I turned back the quilt,. “Much more beautiful than the film stars!” She hugged me holding me close to her tummy. I too held her tight and rubbed my face on her stomach.Releasing me, she poured more wine in to our glasses and sat along with me leaning on the pillow. We just continued chatting. Her talk was getting slightly slurred. She laughed more. I could smell the faint smell of perfume from her body. I could see the hair on her armpits when she raised her arms talking to me animatedly. A stronger smell of perfume. While I was making it I remembered back to Janet's earlier comment about my cooking compared to her mother's. Not wanting to start a war in my kitchen I decided to let Grace help me fry some bacon while Janet set the table and poured the juice.After breakfast we sat around the table and started planning the big day when Grace's third finger of her left hand, and mine, would get a matching set of gold bands. We made several suggestions and I declared that each one had to be accompanied with a. She soon came down in her bathrobe.My cock stood erect at the sight of her sexiness strolling down the stairs. She sat on the kitchen counter, where I laid out all the food I had prepared, and asked: What the fuck is all this?. I told her that I made her breakfast. She took a sip of the coffee and said she had tasted cum better than that.To this day, I do not know what came over me, but I started laughing as she said that.That is the first time she smiled.She asked what I had planned for the.