The girls there were pretty enough but not outstanding.Nor were they attired in anything particularlyoutstanding.“What’s got your attentio... baby?”Without blinking, and without taking her eyes from theobject of her attention she murmured huskily, “Oh mygosh, what a honey.”My face flushed, and inexplicably I felt a pang ofjealousy. “Point her out; I’ll scratch her eyes out.”My darling ignored me, “Oh my, he’s coming over.”It took a. She lay motionless, the sun slowly baking her perfectly smooth skin. I could see the fine blonde hairs on her arms, thighs, and the creamy exposed half of her ass.My throbbing 7-inch cock poked out of the top of my suit.She stirred a bit, repositioning her arms under her head and curling her toes. Was she asleep or just resting in the sun?I looked around and saw no signs of anyone else approaching the pool. Though this end of the pool was more visible, I saw no motion on the sidewalks or patios. Evidently Lady Chandler's illegitimate son was ranked less than the kitchen maid. However, what I had found seemed to fit in with Mr. Prescott's discovery. I returned to the 1901 census and typed in Adelaide Chandler with the address simply Braintree. There were two. I wasted five credits by picking the wrong Adelaide Chandler. I doubted that Lady Adelaide would be working as a milk maid. It was the second entry where I found her. Adelaide was evidently living with her widowed father together. I was not only educational to watch each other fumbling blindly through a love session, it was also a lot of fun and very, very hot! There was something supremely erotic about a totally tactile sexual union.Eric got matched up with Megan. As everyone knew, the guy was painfully shy, and he could hardly be counted on to initiate any action. While he wasn’t actually forced into participating in the game, it required some fairly intense coaxing to get him into the room.Megan, on the other hand was.