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I escorted Miss Loveridge that morn. Lord P whose guest I was arranged it so. She was an amiable enough wench. Her Pa had oodles of dosh from some Mill or Rail - way or some such, but she was not of my class. Grand-father was a Earl for heaven’s sake, I was expected to marry at least my equal. Miss Loveridge chatted prettily enough but my mind wandered. “I say, are cumshot you listening to a word I have said?” she asked. “I am so sorry, my mind Hardcore wandered,” I explained as we dropped even further behind the main party. “I said do you have a beau?” she repeated. “No, I am afraid I do not at present, playing the field do you see,” I replied truthfully. “So what are your preferences?” she asked, “Big bosoms, blonde hair blue eyes?” “Ample bosoms yes but not to excess," I replied, “Hair colour, I am anal unconcerned, eyes, as long as she has two fully functional eyes then that will suffice I believe.” “So what do you really want in a woman that I do not posess?” she enquired. “Eyes which never leave me, a vaginal passage which moistens instantly at my touch,” I ventured callously. “The touch being directly to the aforesaid vagina or should any touch suffice?” she asked. “The touch directly to the vagina obviously should encounter moistness,” I explained, “However a touch to the hand quite possibly should not.” “Then you need a whore sir, not a bride,” she declared. “How dashed perceptive of you my dear Miss Loveridge,” I agreed. She nodded “For myself I seek a manly man, a stallion, a real man, someone to sweep me off my feet whenever he feels the inclination, amateur certainly not some perfumed ponce who ravishes chamber maids all week and serves his wife only on a Saturday eve as gentemen seem wont to do.” “Dear threesome lord what frankness,” I exclaimed, “I own I am quite shocked!” “My mother grew up in a ginnel with nine sisters and no father most of the time,” Miss Loveridge explained, “She warned me about mens’ base desires how she had to fight drunken oafs off when no more than a child herself.” “I am aware of your lowly origins,” I agreed. “So,” she said as we halted briefly, “Do you fancy me?” “I beg your pardon?” I gasped. “Lord P told father you’re after me for my fortune,” she explained. “My dear Miss Loveridge may I assure you that I have no such thoughts,” I replied. “Not even slightly?” she asked. “Absolutely not, I am not after anyone for their fortune,” I declared, “I want a wife to copulate with freely and joyously not some cold hearted title hunter, no mater how extensive her wealth.” “So would you care to lay with me?” she asked, “I shall not consent to marriage unless you can guarantee a good rogering when I desire it.” “I have had no complaints,” I replied, “Though I own the young ladies concerned were from the lower orders and well versed in delighting gentlemen.” "Let me put my fingers in your mouth honey. I resigned in my mind as I reached down unbuttoning my jeans, Jace's cock sprang free as he pushed down his pants. When he bottomed out on the ninth stroke he Hardcore threesome lost it. I was already naked and waiting for her on the bed. Sexually, I did not think she had limits; depravity was her power, and being willing and wanting to debase herself was her stake of autonomy. If you haven’t already, I suggest that you read my “Role Play Fantasy” when I post it. The gown tied in front just below my ample breasts, which allowed the bodice to gap open as I moved and the rest of cumshot the gown opened to the bottom hem. “That's it,” I moaned as the anal MILF moved lower and lower. It was just history. Her amateur blond hair had a new wave and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin. Phil shrugged. I'm having such a good time. Damn, you’re good!” He looked around the room to see his family nodding in agreement. You are the only one you can. But her pussy reacts. “do you live near here?” Rachael is the down to earth marrying type, assuming she gives you her heart and she reminds me so much of my sister. “I'm so sorry, Master,” I moaned as I reached behind me to unhitch my bra. We fingered each other's holes.