Aunt and uncle, the Dales, the Nichols, my beloved Benson, and her friends the Egertons.I have already mentioned the Count's death, and both my sister... have left me alone, and I should have been a dreary and solitary old man but for my beloved wife and son, who solace me and replace the void in my heart I should otherwise have so sadly felt.I shall here end this long tale of my erotic life.A curious event has happened lately, the divorce of a Mr. Cavendish from his wife for adultery with the. We got in she got me a drink and we sat and talked. I wanted to kiss her so bad but I was so nervous. Finally we were on the couch and she was leaning on me some. I leaned in and kissed her then put my hand on her thigh and kissed her again. She wrapped her arm around me and we kissed deep and passionately. My cock was getting rock hard. When we pulled apart I was trying to hide my bulge. "You are a good kisser!" she says. Then she rests her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my thigh.. “Fuck it, yes I do Meagan. I do want to ram my cock up your sweet, tight pussy and smack your ass while you scream in pleasure. I want to please you like a man should please a woman as beautiful as yourself, my little princess. Are you happy now?” And with that I got on top of him and leaned in for a kiss, cupping his face in my hands. His hands immediately went to my waist and pulled me closer to him and I could feel his bulge right on my pussy. His tongue roamed inside my mouth and massaged. It’s not so much that people of my ilk are unbelievably naïve, rather, like I said, we just don’t pick up on subtle clues. Even so, it wasn’t long before her ulterior motive came shining through.I didn’t have a desk or a table in my little corner of the attic, and the trunk had a domed top, so we had to set up the board in the middle of the folding army cot, then we straddled the narrow bed, sitting on either side of the board with the tile racks between our legs.As I was shuffling the tiles.