Agnan Comte de la Fere, returning from a trip to Paris. The young Comte’s father was troubled by his son. M. de la Fere was nearing the end of his ...ife and wished his only son to be married before he died. The young Comte was 25 years and had no wife to give him an heir to the La Fere estate. The young Comte seemed more interested in hunting in the woods than seeking a wife and so M. de la Fere called his son to his study upon the young man’s return. Agnan entered his father’s study. The room. I'd be either on my parents bed (mum's side) or on my bedroom floor with a few chosen mags and me appropriately attired with a pair of my mum's panties, lacy bra (stuffed with stockings/pantyhose to fill the 36C cup), wig and maybe a skirt or floaty dress...fucking (i.e. rubbing myself) against those Penthouse girls. Later, during the school holiday's, I'd even put on lipstick and/or bound myself up (I had 'acquired' some bondage magazines whilst at the barbers and was rather lithe/agile) with. She screams, but I didn't care. " You like that? " You're raping me," She pointed out. " Stop." My answer was to move back and forth, driving my cock deep and then slowly dragging it back. " If I stopped I wouldn't be raping you, now would I," I pointed out. " What I will do is pause." I paused so that I could get her dress off. I unzipped it at the back and then pushed it up, making her pull it off. When she protested I gave her a prod with my cock and told her to do it. With her dress gone. I crashed out on the sofa. "Makes an unusual date night for both of us!" utters Joe. I smiled "You can certainly say that, I wasn't expecting to help someone move after the dinner we had at Freddie's"Joe smiled. He brought a beer out of the fridge for himself....and me. Was he coming around? I watched Joe reach into his pocket and whip out £5. "Here, just a little something for helping move all his gear like" I shook my head and pushed it away. "Just call it quits eh" He nodded and put it away..