It was clear she had not expected such a flow of juices, “You filthy beast!” she railed.
“I suggest you become acoustomned to such,” I advised, “Any man will expect such a service, and more.”
I helped her put her pantaloons back on and retrieved her dainty shoes and finally helped her to her feet.
“Well that was unexpected,” I ventured.
“Yes,” she agreed, “Shall you return to London this evening?”
“I had not intended to, I thought I might partake of a spot of dinner and return to the Inn before departing on the morrow.” I advised, “Is that acceptable to you?”
“I suppose so,” she replied.
I replied “Will you accompany me to the Inn that I may ravish you a number of times during the evening and night and again in the morning?”
“I do not think mother would approve,” she admitted.
“Then shall I sleep in your bed and ravish you frequently?” I enquired.
““I do not think mother would approve,” she repeated
“It was not your mother whom I intended to ravish,” I explained.
“But what shall we tell Mama,” she asked.
“I shall say that you fuck very nicely and will make an excellent concubine,” I ventured.
“I should very much doubt even you woulf dare say any such thing,” she countered.
“Then I shall make mad passionate love to you on the dining table,” I explained as I we walked towards the house our feet crunching along the gravel..
“Ah at last, protestations of love,” she challenged. as we passed through the door from lawn to foyer and on into the drawing room.
“Just a moment,” I suggested as we entered, I stopped and pulled a heavy arm chair away from the wall and as The Mother entered through the opposite door I had Mary bend over the chair back.
“A moment please Madam, I have needs,” I said as I undid my breeches and as they fell I raised Mary’s skirts and lowered her pantaloons.
Her conch was still moist and slippery from my love juices and I speared her instantly with my rampant member.
The Mother near fainted, her eyes were wide as saucers as I began to hump her daughter.
“Is this normal behaviour for the aristocracy now?” she enquired uncertainly.
“I could not say but your daughter fucks delightfully, if she were a serving maid I should employ her in an instant,” I declared.
“But she is pure and innocent!” The Mother cried.
“Was Mother, I think he wishes to marry me,” Mary suggested.
“Indeed,” I agreed “I shall spend this night ravishing her and as we conjoin at sunrise we shall be wed in common law.”
“Then we must share a bottle of the best claret to celebrate!” The Mother announced and rapidly departed in search of the same.
“Dear lord I did not expect that!” I declared as I ploughed Marys delightful conch.
“Well I very much doubt she expected to see me fornicating in the drawing room before dinner,” Mary declared.
“No, I suppose not,” I said as once again I flooded her parts with my juice. “Nor afterwards for that matter.”