.."Ah, now ... would you be objecting to a little nepotism?" he asked.We assured him that we merely wanted some advice and if a relative of his was a ...ood cook, that was fine."Ah, to be sure, then. Moira Hughes it is, my cousin. Easy to find..." he reeled off instructions that lost me in seconds. Eventually, we persuaded him to sketch a map, which enabled us to find the little restaurant, where I was fed an Irish Stew beyond belief. If the angels in Heaven were to be served Irish Stew, it would. I could do a hundred for an hour of a prostie’s time. It’s not like I’d be doing it twice a week which is what I really needed. Once every couple of months would at least keep me from going nuts; yes, it would. Problem was: where could I find such a lady. I wasn’t exactly skilled in the art of the pay for play scene. And, add to that, Littleton wasn’t exactly a hub of opportunity for guys lookin’ to get their rocks off, especially guys who couldn’t dance.Well maybe the barkeep at Shadows could. Catherine was sitting up in bed, reading the latest mystery. She found it difficult to concentrate as she was worried about Charles. This issue with the King seemed to upset him more each day. It was so unlike him. ‘What was in that package?’ she thought. After its arrival, he locked himself in the Library and hadn’t come out. This was nothing like the Charles she knew. He entered the bedroom without a word. Catherine decided to wait for him to say something first. She didn’t want to pry. He. Soon I felt my juices rising inside me.Taking me very much by surprise her stockinged legs now clamped round my back, as she kept me locked inside her as she erupted in spasm after spasm of a massive series of orgasms. I could feel her wetness gushing and her pussy walls clamping and vibrating against my cock locked inside her. Her hands were all over my body clutching at my buttocks and trying to pull me deeper as then I heard myself cry as though it was from a distance, as I shot my seed deep.