Agnes and her mother went over a few more things for the wedding though were only confirming what they had already decided. It was late when her broth...rs returned and we all went to bed. About twenty minutes later, Agnes joined me. We slept happily through the night.In the morning, we separated. Agnes mussed her bed while I showered and shaved. I then dressed while she showered. Once dressed, she joined me in the kitchen where I had started coffee. We kissed happily offering each other, “Good. The prevalent atmosphere at home decided me to keep very quiet about my illicit pleasures. Around about a year later a man the f****y referred to as ‘uncle Pete’, although in reality he was no relation, came into my life. Uncle Pete was pretty good fun and generous! It was him that introduced me to train spotting which was to become a lifetime passion. Pete took me all over the country to railway sites of interest and when he wasn’t doing that we were in his shed playing with his model railway.. Even for a Princess, Barellia was fond of sleeping in. Of course, her retinue were already suited up and ready to go when she joined them in the courtyard, like the good soldiers they were. As they rode out in the early morning mist, she kept the Captain of her guard by her, while the rest of the soldiers rode either in front of her or behind her, at a respectful distance. As they left the town and made their way through country fields on the way to the low foothills, she talked with him a. ‘Mmm yeah? Let’s see how wet you are right now…’ he said while sliding his hand under my dress and into my panties. Soaked. ‘You’re already so wet baby… Mmm you feel so good…’ he explored my dripping core with his slender fingers while still holding me up in the middle of the hallway. I moaned. ‘Mmm that feels good…’ I dropped my head back. He carried me to the couch. His fingers were gone. I sat up in disbelief. ‘Wh-why did you stop?’ I complained. ‘Shhh…’ he silenced me with a kiss and leaned.