I heard from Mildred thewashwoman who overheard from her masters neighbor what the Queens truestory is."Gossip 1: "Do tell."Gossip 2: "She is a widow ...ive times over. Each husband was of highersocial standing than the last."Gossip 1: "No! Goodness, you make her sound like some sort of paganEnchantress."Gossip 2: "Bind your fool tongue. Talk like that will get you into thestocks."Gossip 1: "And your talk won't you old dingbat."Her Majesty was on her way back to the castle. I followed by. His paper rustled. The TV turned off. He appeared a moment later, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, the comfortable clothing of a man on vacation. “We'll be up in my office. Have fun with your yoga.”“Fine,” I muttered again.He followed his secretary to his office. She clutched some files, but I was sure it was all just a pretense. I stared at the closed door. I could just see it from here. I bit my lip, wondering how long it was before she was bent over the desk getting fucked.My pussy. I moved my hand back to the sweet spot between her thighs. My fingertip began stroking her clit and her mouth pulled me deeper into her. I inserted a finger and went right to her G-spot. She moaned her approval. Several strokes later, a second finger joined the first and she began fucking my hand. Within ten seconds, her first orgasm hit and she screamed and thrust her hips upward as if begging for more. She reached for my cock and grabbed it as if she needed something to keep her from falling. A tinglingsensation ran through his body. With his right hand he gently caressedhis shaft before finally gripping it in his palm. His penis felt warm andalive as it throbbed softly in his hand. Andrew raised his eyes to gazeat himself.'This feels amazing!' He was turning himself on.With the fingers of his left hand he traced small circles on his nippleas he now began to run his hand along the length of his shaft.Up and down.Up and down.Up and down.Keeping his hand wrapped around his penis, he.