Full D cups gracing her otherwise short and slim form. Her ass had a generous curve to it, and her legs were a privilege to touch. …but this was no...fantasy. She lay before me, nothing between us but my own inhibitions. I wish I could say I ravaged her, to use antiquated terminology…but I cannot. Or, rather, not initially. I acted slowly, maybe…testing the waters, so to speak. I caressed her body first, fondling and enjoying every inch that had been, at last, exposed to me. My lips fell to her. For weeks both Rachael and the Queen enjoyed the beauty of lesbian sex, and in the middle of the night Rachael would leave the Queens bed and wonder nakedly down the passageway to the King, in his bed he ravaged her, she responded by having multiple orgasms and she would smile at the King as he grunted and groaned as he orgasmed himself leaving his seed within Rachael, some nights the King would not be able to become erect so Rachael would take the royal penis and suck it until it did, most. Stephen asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a lousy liar?”“Yes,” the man said looking over at Claudia.Stephen handed the man the bound stack of papers and said, “Here is the manuscript.”“Thanks,” the man said. He stepped back in the office and closed the door.Smiling, Magus pointed to the chair and said, “Have a seat, Mr. Benjamin Franklin Kite.”“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ben?”Magus said, “I just really like saying your name. It must be the patriot in me.”“What’s. ”“You and Billy are brothers,” she said. “As angry as you are, someday I have faith that you’ll remember that and find it in your heart to forgive him.”I shook my head. “Not anymore, we’re not. There’s no way. They were fucking around behind my back last summer before I went to college, so it’s not like some bullshit romance story where they both miss the same person and turn to each other for support. Maybe if Billy had cancer and was dying and she abandoned him rather than stick it out, then.