You can lead a younger son to a ball, but you cannot make him propose. Fortunately, at one ball, Richard met a young woman, Lady Anne Montraven, young...r daughter of a viscount. The chit was pretty enough, and James was smitten. The lass acted coy, which Richard suspected was the feminine of smitten.Then James, who seldom rode in London except when he wanted to cover a distance and not take a carriage, wanted to go riding in St. James Park. He, who had avoided his brother for a decade, wanted. As I pulled his pants down I pulled his under shorts down with them.There it was. The cock I had been obsessing about for the last twenty minutes. It was hard and standing straight out. It was smaller than most guys I had been with. About 5 inches and not quite as big around as some guys middle finger but I thought it was beautiful just the same. I got down on my knees to help Roger step out of his pants and as I leaned forward to pull the pants off over Roger's foot his cock touched my cheek.. Eventually I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror again. I pulled my hair up and studied the way I looked. My face had changed a little I think, though it was hard to tell. It looked thinner overall, but my cheekbones looked bigger and my lips a little fuller. Perhaps I was just imagining it. I’d have to try to find a photo from a while ago to make a comparison. I turned with my back to the mirror and tried to look over my shoulder to see how I looked from behind. I noticed my back. The actual fuck was good, he was a decent size, cut (which I like) and clean, which isn’t always the case!! We had to swap positions a few times as my legs were still sore from the morning and every time we did he cheekily ‘accidentally’ tried to put it in my ass, I was feeling playful and very horny so a few times I teased him and rubbed him against my ass without letting him penetrate before guiding him back into my pussy, much to his disappointment lol. He came after a few minutes and didn’t.