.. yeth Mither Carthstairs! That I should turn down thhe bed!"Collette answered in her sweetly feminized voice and lisp."Yes, that's right you little...minx! First though, help me up from thischair," he ordered his servant.Collette did just that, handing Mr. Carstairs his cane once he was onhis feet. He shooed her off to the bedroom with a nice feeble swat onher ass and then shuffled himself after her. It took him some time toshuffle himself up the stairs and then on to the master. She was the Marquess of Dumont, married to the Marquis who was, I amsure, anxiously awaiting her arrival in the beautiful palace that nowloomed in front of the Marquess.Lady Marquess was a beautiful woman. Her well-endowed and toned body wasremarkably pretty and definitely a topic of discussion in many courtsand backrooms. Her smooth and silky skin reflected a glimmering lightonce she had stepped into the sunlight. Furthermore, her gracefulmovements and her current attire made her appearance. That was bad enough, but the thief broke my side window to get into the car. With five hundred deductible it wasn’t claimable. So aside from the GPS, it cost three hundred to get the window replaced.”“Yikes! That would hurt. But good advice. Thanks for the heads-up.”The Garmin estimated three hours to our destination, assuming no stops. Sunset was a little after four-thirty and we were pulling away from her apartment at one-fifteen.“These calculations are usually a little conservative, Kyle,”. "Maybe I should try the meadow tonight." Maybe he doesn't stick to just one spot," Debrah suggested."Oh, Lord," Donna gasped. "I wish I were next."Hill, listening outside the boat house, felt his cock lurch again. No, he thought, he couldn't do it to his own daughters. Incest was a more hideous crime than gently relieving little girls of their cherries.It was true that he still desired his daughters, but the taste of young ass that he did get, assuaged that hunger a little bit, so that it.