It would be their last. Samantha had no idea she had been seen by Catherine. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have cared. She was the Lady Samantha, an... she was the king’s favorite. No one would dare interfere with her. As she entered the king’s bedroom, Henry pulled Samantha into his arms. It had been a very long day for the king, and he couldn’t wait to work off the stress inside that wonderful girl. In moments, Henry had removed Samantha’s clothing, and his own followed shortly behind. Usually. When she wore it, it was always my cue to get frisky. One night Barbara breezed out of the bathroom and into our bedroom wearing it. I immediately jumped in the shower. Between work and coaching pee-wee baseball, then mowing a lot and a half size yard with a push mower, I definitely needed a wash. When I finished, I headed back to the bedroom. Barbara was looking all sexy, propped against the headboard with the flowing gown spread out on the bed accentuating her sexy panties and her nice. Proud that of the arousal that I’m so easily capable of creating in everybody. In that magical moment I’m eager to allow those who want to, to enjoy me...absolutely enjoy me! Suddenly, the months of fear, acceptance, want and intrigue come alive and my heart rate explodes, beating faster and faster as the moment of truth begins. The first moment must be sooo near. You have gone absolutely quiet, your breathing and the smell of your body the only things giving away you’re there at all. I’m. She looked as if she'd been manufactured expressly for sex, for enjoying a full-time romp with men, with boys, with girls and especially with women. Her arms were folded on her lap, a lap which looked like it had to contain the hottest, wettest, most fulsome and desirable cunt in town. She proudly had her legs stretched out in front of her body, legs which were curved like few others, thin from the thigh down but not meager, just long and lean enough to accentuate her womanly contours, all.