#355702 - |My thrusts became ever more passionate, I nuzzled Miss Fanshawe’s neck, kissed her ear, crushed her chest to mine. “It was so with Geoffrey,” she lied, “I could do nothing!” “You could do nothing except let your lustful nature entrap some poor soul,” I declared, “Why your teats are hardened now, and your parts are moistened like as not, why |I own I myself could claim you with a singke stroke!” “My lord some decorum!” the mother hissed. “Miss Fanshawe, one mystery puzzles me,” I explained, “My son is much the same build as I, no muscle bound monster but only a small degree taller and stronger than yourself, so why did you not fight him off?” “He caught me unawares and he is as you say stronger and taller than I,” she insisted.