“Oh lord Mama I do believe he is smitten with you,” Angelica laughed, “Demand an offer of marriage and a thousand guineas.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lady M replied, but her bosom was heaving and I believe her teats were roused and moistness began to ooze warmly between her thighs. I detected no hint of French perfume or violets, just the sweet healthy scent of woman mingled with wood smoke from the fire. Bhabhi xxx “My sap,” I reiterated, “And I wondered Lady Middlemarch, what would it take for you to disrobe and lay for me so I can sate my urges.”
“Sate your urges sir,” she gasped. It was lonely. Soon we had an audience. My first night in Moorstones was a trial. “He was heartbroken about the boy, girls are a drain on the estate, boys are it’s future.” she explained, “Now she want’s us married off out of the way so she can re marry.”
“For your own good surely?” I queried.
