“Damn you,” she railed, “Did that mean nothing to you, what we did?”
“Yes, it was very pleasant,” I admitted.
“And do you want to to it again?” she tried.
“Why yes, of course,” I agreed.
“Well so do I, so can we please go to your house,” she pleaded.
“Of course,” I agreed. We sought a Taxicab and soon arrived at East Kensington Gardens.
My Housekeeper Mrs Jenkins let me in, “Another floosie in tow,” she observed.
“A young lady in heat no less,” I ventured, “Lydia, meet Mrs Jenkins and Mrs Jenkins meet Miss Lydia Ffarquarson, Miss Ffarquarson is a dear friend and she may be staying some considerable time.”
“Friend, pah, charge him by the hour dear,” Mrs Jenkins opined.
“She thinks you are a whore, a street walker,” I explained.
“I don’t think I’m pretty enough for that,” Lydia sighed.
“Lydia, when we conjoin you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” I explained.
“He tells all the girls that,” Mrs Jenkins explained
Lydia looked so sad, “Hey cheer up, my bed awaits,” I suggested, “Come upstairs.”
She wa s impressed with my four poster bed, I slowly undressed her and started by kissing her toes before working my way up to her belly button, temporarily avoiding her quim before starting on her now thoroughly erected teats.
She stripped off my shirt and trousers, extracted my member and as she laid back she guided him gently into her wanton quim.
A look of peaceful contentment spread across her face, “Do you like?” I asked.
“Yes, I like,” she agreed, “Don’t stop, its nice, I want it to last forever,”
“Do you want to make a baby?” I asked, “Or shall I pull out before I expell?”
“Make a baby,” she said, “Please!”
It took almost a half hour but finally we reached our moment and all true bliss devolved upon us as I emptied my balls completely and utterly.
“Cup of tea Sir?” Mrs Jenkins asked as she opened the door to deliver a tea pot and two cups.
“Go away,” I said sarcastically
“I thank you that’s very thoughtful,” Lydia answered politely.
I began to see Lydia in a new light.
“Unfortunately Lydia came without her luggage, can we find her a nightdress and underthings do you think?” I asked.
“Usually he gives them five bob and gets rid quick sharp,” Mrs Jenkins opined, “He must have a soft spot for you.”
Lydia smiled, she needed a man, any man and was determined to please me and that suited me absolutely fine. Much better to slide ones member easily into a willing cavern than have the transitory one time thrill of forcement into a virgin hole.
I left Lydia talking with Mrs Jenkins and went to my study. Somewhere I had a copy of the Karma Sutra, and I needed to do some serious research.