The few soldiers left on duty immediately surrendered, giving up arms and armor to the invaders. There were far too many to fight and no-one had enoug... loyalty left to the now deposed royal family to sell their own lives in a futile last stand.Marcus was still fantasizing about brave lady knights when he suddenly heard a sharp scream from somewhere just outside his door. He froze on his bed. It was an utterly unfamiliar sound to the pampered prince, but even he could tell that had been real. His hand slides under the blanket and finds my wet, sticky, slipper pussy. He starts rubbing my clit and feeling my entire pussy. I feel his finger slide inside and I know that it won't be long before I cum. I keep stroking his cock, loving the feel of it in my hands. I am totally enjoying his administrations. His long fingers that I have imagined many many times fucking my pussy is finally there. My dream come true. My hips are bucking in rhythm of his fingers. I'm squirting cum everywhere. . Marianne obviously cared for him and they must have been a real item once but Nigel had let himself go badly. Goes to show what 20 years will do to a guy if he doesn't make an effort he thought. Nigel just about fell asleep on the lounge after dinner and seemed almost cranky to be kept up. Whilst he and Marianne had talked. They seemed like they didn’t really go together.Lovely home cooked meal, Thai Beef Salad was one of his favourites good one there he thought. Nice red wine. The conversation. Then he just looked up at me and asked me if I wanted to do it again. When I said "Oh yeah, I can hardly wait," he didn't realize that I was being sarcastic. There was no foreplay, no touching, Raphe usually spends more time just eating my pussy, than Smith and I spent in the motel. I think it takes me longer to suck Smith's dick than we spent in the motel. Shit, Raphe had better hurry up and get in here. I started imagining exactly what I wanted my husband to do to me, and I must have dozed.