“Marriage to her daughter Geoffrey, as well you know.” Mother chided. Okxxx Her willingness. I had my prophylactic sheath in my inside pocket so I asked. She stood beside me. Lady Harcourt was fashionably late. “Oh well tell her I am otherwise engaged,” I countered. “No,” she giggled, “It feels funny!”
I thrust again. A vision in a shimmering white gown. “Ohhhh that felt sooooo good,” I moaned. “No,” she assured me. As for Jane, well she was comely enough but staggered from one sickness to the next, and had neither conversation nor sense of humour. “Not from you Sally, wait outside would you please?” I asked. “Don’t be a fool Geoffrey, let poor Jane rest after her ordeal!” Mother cried. A faint down covered her mons veneris.
