“Is a very wise man, Lady Garth,” I added, “May I wish you good day?”
“No indeed you may not!” Lady Garth insisted, “Not until this matter is settled.”
I groaned, my head was far from cleared yet, “Then allow me some privacy that I may dress,”
I asked reasonably enough. “No, absolutely not!” I protested. XXNX “Indeed,” I agreed, “Had I impaled her the whole world would have heard.”
“I stifled my scream,” Hannah suggested as she bounced ineffectually upon my loins. “Then I demand one hundred guineas of I shall report that you abused me carnally in the night!” Lady Garth said triumphantly. “With half your prong inside her I think not!” Lady Garth insisted. “You abused my betrothed!” he accused, “I demand satisfaction!”
“Bessie the landlords daughter is very accommodating,” Bobby Fawkes suggested. “I say!” the Earl cried, “You might knock!”
“Un hand my daughter!” she cried. “Half!” Hannah cried and as she stilled she found herself sinking agonisingly ever further onto my prong, providing me with such exquisite pleasure that I could contain myself no further and I lay back eyes closed to enjoy the moment of expulsion.
