" I could kick it in, if you like," Wolfgang shrugged. "For old time's sake." Hmph," the man turned away, limping back to his easy chair and the footb...ll match on his small television. He was older, in his fifties, and thin with thick white hair on top of his narrow skull. He dressed like a peasant, Wolfgang thought, wearing old tweed trousers and a flannel shirt, with wide suspenders rather than a belt.Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He glanced around the modest. A queen bed wasn't without accidental spooning risks either, but since Frank wasn't there Dave and Ed didn't have to share it. So they flipped a coin to see who would get the queen, and Ed was the lucky one. The trundle bed was still considerably more comfortable than an inflatable pad and a sleeping bag, so Dave couldn't complain, and he was refreshed by the time he woke up.The problem was that he woke up at five in the morning, and he had unsuccessfully tried to fall asleep again. Sighing, he. The boots also fit perfectly and I could tell they had never been worn. I wondered how my sister could have expected to carry off such a subterfuge with little or no practice.The stables were conveniently located right within the quadrangle of the castle and the party of about a dozen young riders was ready to depart. I was the last addition to the party and they had a slightly frisky young stallion ready for me to mount. I imagined it was selected personally by Lady Marshburn to scare me from. She rubbed her hands back up my legs to my ass again, only this time she stopped at my ass and gave my ass a good work over. She rubbed her fingers between my ass cheeks and over my asshole. I moaned with delight. Koko asked if I liked that. I replied "very much". She continued to massage my ass, running her finger around my asshole and stoking my rock hard cock with her other hand. I was really into it, and I had raised my ass off the table a bit and I was moaning and gently bucking my.