Towering over me he stared straight into my eyes and scowled, “You enjoyed it as much as I did; more maybe. What do think dad would do if he found o...t that you’d fucked his precious son? Or Gran? Or…do you get the message…Mummy!” I shuddered at his threat and the fierce look on my son’s face. He meant it. He really was capable of being spiteful enough to tell his dad if the circumstances merited it. “Now,” he slowly let go of my pussy and twanged the elastic of my panties, “be a good little. " What about King Philip?" I asked, "The land can't have two kings." King Philip is no more," she said bluntly.The words pierced me like a spear - I had been the King's aide for yearsand though we weren't as close as before the royal wedding, hearing of hisdemise was a terrible shock to me."My sincerest condolences," I said, fighting my tears."Oh, he's not passed away," she said, "Let's just say that he has abdicatedhis position in my favor. He is still very much with us. In fact - "sheclapped. I listen once again for the sound of the oars. So long as he is rowing he can't be touching her, and they won't be kissing. Yes, the sound is still there, but I know with a sense of dread that it will surely stop.There ... it stops quite suddenly. Not as if they were too far away to be heard, but as if, and only as if, he had stopped rowing. I know without a doubt what that means. He is running his hands up and down my love's back and sides, echoing the way she has been rubbing her hands on his. Lauren Mancuso was half-Irish, half-Portuguese, and a rather stunning mixture of olive skin and strawberry-blonde hair. I didn’t even know such a combo was possible, but apparently, it was at least for her. Her eyes were heterochromic, too, one being blue, the other green. Her wedding band was noticeably absent for the first time in years, which definitely caught my attention there.Well, married or not, I was gonna fuck her, that much I knew, as I removed her entire uniform in her frozen state..