"You mock me!" the Earl demanded, "You think I am incapable!" I nearly burst my sides with the efforts of stifling my laughter"No sir, no but a dallia...ce?" she said."Dalliance, pronging, fornication, call it what you will," he demanded, "I have stirrings and I demand satisfaction!" Damn it girl, my Lord Earl Marchington has needs," I insisted, as I almost shook with laughter, "Disrobe now I say!" Earl?" she queried, "Earl Marchington!" Indeed, quickly girl," he declared, "I have stirrings!"Fat. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather embarrassingly said I couldn't say. Which just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here's my chance I spurted it out. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing while I wank over your breasts! The slight look of shock nearly had me shooting my load there and then. But to my surprise with a cheeky grin she admits she was bursting for a pee. She lead me into the bathroom sat on the toilet open her. I moved forward and started crushing her body against the rodMy tool was hitting strongly near her stomach at most we are about to enter each other and I crushed her and she moaned hmm and I turned little and pressed her boobs with my shoulder and crushed it when bus jerk most and I will kiss her neck purposeful.We stood in a position that we can feel our breath fully sometimes and I tried to lick her neck that time she moans hmmmm she whispered please don’t go more than this but I caught her. He apologized for not having addressed sex with me sooner, and said he wished mom was around to talk to me about it. But did he talk to me? No, he said I should talk to my best friends mom, or if I was too embarrassed that hed pay for a COUNSELOR to talk to me. Strike one. The next ploy was to start wearing tight and revealing clothing around the house. This also seemed to work in many of the stories I read. I tried everything. I wore low cut blouses, with and without bras. I wore skirts.