Mary followed my gaze, in her raised heels she was near my own height, “That,” she averred, “Is Lady Eliza Crawford. “Don’t worry on my part, you can have your way with her standing on your heads for all I care,” Bunty opined. “Much much better,” I replied as I thought of poling the exciting and .enticing new comer, while Mary eased my discomfort. “Is everything all right?” I asked. I demanded. Three people fully clothed in a carriage. “Ah, well make her acquaintance.” I replied. “Work your magic old girl,” Bunty suggested. It was pleasant, comfortable, oddly familiar, so used had I become to Mary’s scent and her presence. “Hardly, the step is digging in my back and your member tearing me in half,” she replied. My member was stiffened by thoughts of poling the wench, even the thought of kissing her sweet lips was rousing me.
