Once the waiting c***s were at that most randy edge of stimulation, Charlotte felt the company begin to part ways. Those content to wait for later took on the women in attendance. Breasts were bared, and cunts splayed out happily on the lawns and lounges surrounding the portico gardens as the happy orgy began. But Charlotte, remaining in the center of it all, was taken to a lounge of her own, where surrounded by four men; she began to feel the lecherous abuse of her ripe cunt.
The first randy erection at the portal was that of Sir Tristan. And why not? His wife, the mistress Gwyneth, was f*****g two men at that very moment, and he, Mountbane’s loyal lieutenant, should rightly be the first to have her in this bawdy taking of a bride. He came between her parted thighs as she lay on her back
