This was no teenage fumble behind the bike-sheds, or school orgy in the park. This was no adolescent family fuck. This was quality. This was the stuff...of championships. This was a fuck that even Hortense the professional French maid would be proud of. “Watch out, Royal Academy of Fucking,” she grinned silently to herself, “Alison’s on her way!” Politicians and princes, presidents and kings were going to empty their balls into her asshole before she was done with the world. She was going to be. . I’d have to kill you! Come on, quit pussy footing around and let’s DO this.”“So, you don’t need me to like hold your hand, to get us there or stay in the air?”She giggled while shaking her head, “No, but you need to hold my hand, or YOU won’t get there. I’m the one who knows where it is, remember?”With that, she snatched my hand and the next thing I knew, we were looking down on the Governor’s Palace.I was flabbergasted!Sheila whispered, “Let’s do a little recon. It’ll save us some time when. This time after the cum bath I washed it off in the bathroom sink before joining Greg in the kitchen for another cup of tea and a cigarette. After we went to bed I was awoken by Greg in the wee hours giving me a slow hand job I turned to face him putting my cock alongside his I wrapped my fingers around both and slowly stroked up both until we both came, then I got up and had another cigarette thinking about the previous hours I must have dozed off in the chair because Greg woke me with a cup. If you did not want to be my slutty, dirty, wife right know, then why have you not pulled your dress down and turned away from him”. Now I was shocked! I thought I had been shocked already, but, no. I hadn't. My body was tingling. I leaned in and said "I love you, I know you love me. But what you are saying here is not about love, this is sex. Sex that we can both enjoy. Tell me, it that what you are saying?". "Yes" Steve said.I don't know. I think at that moment I felt liberated, empowered..