He had his share of mistresses and, if one thing was a certainty, it never ended well.He had tired of the endless search for a suitable spouse and had...decided to settle for an assortment of handy wenches to slake his physical needs and eliminate the need to find solace in dens of iniquity riddled with the risk of disease and dangerous emotions. The problem with that was that most of the common-born females were pretty, but unable to communicate in the King’s English in even the most popular of. I explained to her about hormones and how dad was really good at fucking so her first experience had been good. I told June that made a girl want sex more. Then she wanted to know about oral sex with Jazz. June couldn’t believe her ears when I told her that most girls in a polygamous marriage eat out each other because it wasn’t unusual for two girls to need more sex than one man could give them. If they were going to have a successful marriage, helping a sister-wife get off was better than. All I managed to do was cause him to roll over on his back.When he did, his legs fell open, and I stared down at his big, naked cock. It was huge, even in this soft state. It just kind of flopped over and lay across his thigh. It looked like he had pulled it out of his briefs, through the leg hole, because the underwear was pulled over and held to the side by the base of his dick. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was the biggest one I’d ever seen, not that I’d seen very many of them.I felt a. His head was down on the desk, an empty glass and half-empty bottle of bourbon nearby. He lifted his head and turned around to look at me.“Charlotte?”“Show me.”“What? Show you what?”I strode across the room and pulled him to his feet. I pulled off my jeans, stripped out of my panties and threw them at him. “Show me how you fucked her! Show me what you did to her!”Alan stared dumbly up at me, lips quivering like he wanted to say something, but had no idea what it could be. "Charlotte, please,".