" My dear count," replied Albert, "I was announcing your visit to some of my friends, whom I had invited in consequence of the promise you did me the ...onor to make, and whom I now present to you. They are the Count of Chateau-Renaud, whose nobility goes back to the twelve peers, and whose ancestors had a place at the Round Table; M. Lucien Debray, private secretary to the minister of the interior; M. Beauchamp, an editor of a paper, and the terror of the French government, but of whom, in spite. The image was extremely vivid, and I couldn't quite decide if I liked it or not.I told Cindy, "Turn around so you're facing toward my feet. That way I can see my cock sliding in and out of your ass." What I didn't mention is that it would also be easier to imagine I was fucking Brian if all I could see was her ass. She may have figured that out for herself. In any case, she turned around, sat on my cock again, and rode it up and down enthusiastically. If I hadn't already cum once, I would have. From there it grew and Brad would talk dirty about fucking her in the arse and say things to her like as soon as he came she should get read to get fucked in the arse. She always agreed to do it, but after he came, he never did. Kathryn was going to have to up her ante. Even when they weren't having sex or even getting romantic she would just say out of the blue how she knew a cock should fit in her arse. Just to get him thinking about before they next had sex. They had afternoon sex pretty. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son's morning wood between mine. That sends a shiver of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to enjoy my food alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how excited I am for a week from today. I'm going to take my son's virginity.Saturday goes by. Sunday comes and goes. Monday drags on for eternity. Tuesday, just four days away. An uneventful Wednesday is gone. Thursday's done. We get past.