Because of this, I was getting a reputation for being the "People'sPrincess".Three weeks after I was wed, myself and Philip were called to the throner...om to meet with King George and Queen Juliette. Gathering round a smalltable I sat down (remembering to smooth out my skirts as I did. The rulesof wearing gowns and skirts had become second nature to me)."So you must be wondering why we've asked you here," George started."We are a little bit curious," Philip replied, speaking for both of uswhilst. Then one day, who knows how it came up, my wife Anna told me in a conversation that years ago a black man had once tried to hit on her. I listened with growing arousal to her story about a black man where she once worked would try to flatter her and would look at her with what she described as hungry eyes. People where she worked would joke with her that "oh there goes your husband" and she said she would get mad at them. Her voice told me another story, however; she was flattered and excited. Her hips buck involuntarily in pleasure at the sensation of being so deliciously filled in the rear and I increase the pace of my tongue on her swollen bud yet again, driving her wild with pleasure. I can hear from her breathing and her moans that her orgasm is perilously near and can feel as she just starts to tip over the edge when she pushes my head away from her, causing several lines of wetness to trace their way from my mouth to her slick pussy."Wait..." she breathes. "I want to cum with. Dianne was standing outside the door, preparing to put her coat on."Allow me," I said in a soft voice, reaching up and holding the coat so that she could easily slip into it."You're so kind, Troy," Dianne sighed, wrapping the sides of her coat around her slim body. Carol told me how hard Dianne exercised to keep herself in trim shape.I offered my mother-in-law my arm again, and she took it, squeezing my flesh lightly with her hand."You know," she said, "It wasn't always this way. Used to be.