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growing length inserted in her mouth, her lips helping to draw his foreskin fully off the tender and tasty crown.
"Stop for a moment," he told her.
Lilly withdrew, panting, shaking with sudden nervousness that she might have done something wrong.
"Stand beside me and bend to put your mouth there," he told her with breathless urgency. "Then I can play with your pussy and rump," he instructed, his hands urging her to position herself within each, but allowing her to still suckle on his cock.
She did so, her chest beginning to ache with the effort it took to breathe. She bent and wrapped her hands about the base of his cock, squeezing it to have the head grow darker and fuller before dropping her mouth over it. As she did, his hand swept over her bottom, caressing the full cheeks, squeezing the resilient flesh, fingers following the seam down to where her pussy nestled, hot and wet, eagerly pouting when fingers neared it.
Sobbing with delight, slurping happily on his long cock, Lilly shuffled her legs apart and groaned again as fingers stole into the space to roughly fondle her pudendum, distorting her labia, fingering her love button, plunging into her hot and wet cunny to all but take her breath from her.
All of a sudden he was wrenching away from her and she didn't know what she had done wrong. He was standing and pushing her head into the seat cushions, a hand reaching down to clench about a knee and draw it from the other. Was he going to spank her, she wondered, still wondering what she had done wrong. Then, in that moment, his cock surged into her cunny and his hands took a grip on her flanks to urge her back. He filled her, her bottom slapping against his groin, his balls swinging under her to tenderly spank her swollen button. She squealed, inundated with excitement.
"Yes!" he cried, thrusting harder, deeper, burying himself in her responsive cunt, thrilled to feel it tighten about him in an effort to hold him deep inside of her. It drove him to pull out and thrust again, and again, and stare down at the lovely rump, and watch his bright cock slide so powerfully between the clinging lips of her sex, and listen to her squeals as he took her.
"Yes!" he cried triumphantly, seeking the very roof of her cunt as his cock spewed his hot semen.
Sobbing delightedly, Lilly dipped her back and willed her cunny to suck it all up, breathlessly thrilled at her success.
CHAPTER EIGHT. Giving Isabel the news.
John and Richard were softly conferring when Isabel entered for breakfast that morning. They stopped when she entered and returned to looking through that morning's newspaper.
"Good morning Daddy," she told him while sitting down, knowing she would now have to come to terms with his continuing recovery. He could move his arms now, although still somewhat jerky, and he could pronounce some words, enough to make himself understood if you had the patience to wait and listen to him.
Isabel found it all tiresome but not even Sir Oswald would listen to her and she sensed she would be rebuked somehow. She only hoped it wouldn't be something like limited to her room or restrained from going to London. Rolland had suggested she come to London for a while. Under normal circumstances, and following their last meeting, Isabel would not have even entertained the notion but at that moment, with her family home filled with people she hardly knew, she was tempted to do it, if only for the season. Anything would be better than having to remain at home and watch it gradually change.
Sir Oswald entered the breakfast room and called a jovial good morning to everyone before sitting down and ordering his breakfast from old Jones.
Isabel could guess at his good mood and hid her face as she felt herself blush. Lilly had not been available these last two nights. Busy assisting Sir Oswald with his clothes and toilet she had been told, but she knew what that meant. Who would have thought it, old Sir Oswald dallying with a maid a third of
"Stop for a moment," he told her.
Lilly withdrew, panting, shaking with sudden nervousness that she might have done something wrong.
"Stand beside me and bend to put your mouth there," he told her with breathless urgency. "Then I can play with your pussy and rump," he instructed, his hands urging her to position herself within each, but allowing her to still suckle on his cock.
She did so, her chest beginning to ache with the effort it took to breathe. She bent and wrapped her hands about the base of his cock, squeezing it to have the head grow darker and fuller before dropping her mouth over it. As she did, his hand swept over her bottom, caressing the full cheeks, squeezing the resilient flesh, fingers following the seam down to where her pussy nestled, hot and wet, eagerly pouting when fingers neared it.
Sobbing with delight, slurping happily on his long cock, Lilly shuffled her legs apart and groaned again as fingers stole into the space to roughly fondle her pudendum, distorting her labia, fingering her love button, plunging into her hot and wet cunny to all but take her breath from her.
All of a sudden he was wrenching away from her and she didn't know what she had done wrong. He was standing and pushing her head into the seat cushions, a hand reaching down to clench about a knee and draw it from the other. Was he going to spank her, she wondered, still wondering what she had done wrong. Then, in that moment, his cock surged into her cunny and his hands took a grip on her flanks to urge her back. He filled her, her bottom slapping against his groin, his balls swinging under her to tenderly spank her swollen button. She squealed, inundated with excitement.
"Yes!" he cried, thrusting harder, deeper, burying himself in her responsive cunt, thrilled to feel it tighten about him in an effort to hold him deep inside of her. It drove him to pull out and thrust again, and again, and stare down at the lovely rump, and watch his bright cock slide so powerfully between the clinging lips of her sex, and listen to her squeals as he took her.
"Yes!" he cried triumphantly, seeking the very roof of her cunt as his cock spewed his hot semen.
Sobbing delightedly, Lilly dipped her back and willed her cunny to suck it all up, breathlessly thrilled at her success.
CHAPTER EIGHT. Giving Isabel the news.
John and Richard were softly conferring when Isabel entered for breakfast that morning. They stopped when she entered and returned to looking through that morning's newspaper.
"Good morning Daddy," she told him while sitting down, knowing she would now have to come to terms with his continuing recovery. He could move his arms now, although still somewhat jerky, and he could pronounce some words, enough to make himself understood if you had the patience to wait and listen to him.
Isabel found it all tiresome but not even Sir Oswald would listen to her and she sensed she would be rebuked somehow. She only hoped it wouldn't be something like limited to her room or restrained from going to London. Rolland had suggested she come to London for a while. Under normal circumstances, and following their last meeting, Isabel would not have even entertained the notion but at that moment, with her family home filled with people she hardly knew, she was tempted to do it, if only for the season. Anything would be better than having to remain at home and watch it gradually change.
Sir Oswald entered the breakfast room and called a jovial good morning to everyone before sitting down and ordering his breakfast from old Jones.
Isabel could guess at his good mood and hid her face as she felt herself blush. Lilly had not been available these last two nights. Busy assisting Sir Oswald with his clothes and toilet she had been told, but she knew what that meant. Who would have thought it, old Sir Oswald dallying with a maid a third of
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