Then she squeezed my cock between her full breasts and let me thrust into the softness.I couldn’t help but cum once again. She whispered “ Happy birthday, honey ” as she licked me clean. We toweled off before climbing into bed where our naked bodies intertwined and we drifted off to sleep. Birthdays don’t get any better than that. Mellors was something of an enigma. A fine, hansom, upstanding young man with no ambition beyond becoming a Butler at my country house in amateur Buckinghamshire. He lived in the village all his life, he excelled at the village school and yet when time to leave school came he approached me for a position. “But young man you can surely do better than enter service?” I enquired and when he replied Blowjobs with some unlikely tale I offered him a position of footman with a ridiculously low salary which he accepted with alacrity. I suspected from the start the attraction was my daughter Lavinia, all swirling hair, girlish laugh, sparkling eyes and full of life, like her mother about whom the least said the better, suffice is to say she had had every member of my Polo team and most of the opposition before I sent her to Brighton where I believe she now works in a whore house. I knew Mellors and Lavinia were carnally active “At it like knives,” to use the vernacular and it was a surprise she had not already fallen for a child. For this reason as she became of age I arranged for her to marry one Humphrey Raymond, a dear friend of mine, recently widowed. Humphrey could have been the inspiration for the Humpty Dumpty fable, very near as big round as he was tall he did not wear his sixty years well, but he was like an older brother to me, the sort who puts frogs in ones boots and tells tales to Mama. There was just the problem of Lavinia’s lost maidenhood, so I hatched a plot to resolve that voyeur issue. “Droit de Signeur,” my father had claimed the right to any maids maidenhead ahead of her wedding, it worked well, especially for girls whose maidenheads had been well and truly lost long before the wedding. Father had the blame, whether he had the girl or not, and indeed her had Doctor Legge inspect the maiden and if the maidenhead were gone he forwent the pleasure only taking fresh young untouched maidens. I only indulged occasionally, preferring to seek relief with a chambermaid, a fresh unplucked one every now and again, carefully plucked and then firmly ensconced in a patent chastity aid. I had indulged with Lavinia’s governess at one time and now had to provide accommodation for her and her brat at Hastings, so now I dallied with lower orders whose accommodation could be provided far more cheaply. Lavinia was not in the least impressed with the husband I had chosen for her, “Why?” she demanded. “He is an admirable fellow,” I suggested. “And how much is he paying you?” she demanded. “Nothing,” I insisted. He began slowly pressing his cock into her tight hole, watching her squirm beneath him. She smiled. “Plus, I have seen amateur your dick before so it’s not like it matters” He sighed when he let the stream flow and looked up at the ceiling in relief. We were pretty evenly matched. The second nude voyeur housecleaning happened the following Saturday afternoon. Both women soon writhing in ecstasy, hay sticking to their sweaty bodies, as they cum. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. God! My parents, my Aunts & Uncles, my nieces & nephews, my Cousins and most of my In-Laws have engaged in Incest and every other form of sexual deviancy. He picked me up by my thighs that he could fuck me saddling him. “Oye. "Leave him alone," Erin said faintly. Assume position for me, please. My widely spread thighs stop him pulling down the Blowjobs clinging fabric completely, but I soon see that denuding me entirely is not his current intention.