A wave of cooling semen flooded Amelia’s seemingly red hot parts and they stilled as with a last mighty spurt his passion was sated. “You’re not pure?” Hugo gasped as his cock speared too easily into Amelia’s moistened slot. Good friends, too good, “I wish I were a Gentleman,” Stephen had said one day, “Or you a maid.”
“Why?” Amelia asked. But how could he? “Do not seek to lecture me sister, or you too will be seeking alternative lodging,” Rufus said nastily, “And I do not think the whore house will welcome you!”
“But Uncle!” Amelia pleaded, she did not understand, he was rugged and strong in a way her father had never been, hansom some would say, like a bearded pirate almost but his beard was curly and a ginger and though often a jovial character it seemed he had never liked Amelia, and she knew not why.
