For my part little this impinged on my pleasure, I suppose Lydia imagined it to be her sole opportunity to have children and she took every means at her disposal to get my seed deep into her womb. Milf sex “Daddy sent her to see Aunty Maude,” Lydia explained, “Why do you know her?”
“Your Daddy wagered her honour in a Poker match and lost,” I explained and paused to let the information sink in. I kissed her. Suddenly we were slowing for Paddington station. A look of peaceful contentment spread across her face, “Do you like?” I asked. “To carry on where we left off of course silly,” She said, “I usually spend an hour at least playing with my Candle.”
“That is utterly, outrageous!” Lord Munchester stormed. “Where are you going?” Lydia asked. “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.
