The old man ate it up as a mouse eats when locked in a cheese warehouse. Elizabeth knew there was no reason to fear now. With Harry safely out of the way, others would be able to ensure his future for him in a way that would scare him into soiling his linens if he were aware of them.
Once, while flailing her arms to make a point, the girl paused in seeming surprise as one of her creamy, white breasts popped out of the top of her gown. Pausing then, with a smile, she caressed it lovingly in one hand and slipped it back into the warm nest from which it had been dislodged.
“My, how ever did that happen?” Faith said as she slipped her pretty breast back under her gown.
“It just seemed to pop out,” the man laughed.
“I can't imagine how it happened,” Faith said innocently.
Watching the greedy eyes of the old man on her, Faith was tempted to throw off the gown and press her tingling cunny against his face without warning.
She didn't, though, because some instinct told her to play her fish on the line a little while longer.
“I'm told that young ladies shouldn't be interested in such matters,” she smiled coyly.
“Well, now my dear, I don't know about that,” he smiled.
She moved closer to the old man on the couch, a coy expression on her face. Her bodice opened so that his rheumy old eyes had an easy and charming path to the pink-tipped beauties.
“But,” she said, “is it really true that you are going to make daddy a justice of the high court?”
“Well, now my dear,” the old man almost croaked.
“Are you, sir?”
“Such was my intention, but I am disappointed sorely to find that his home is such a strained and humorless one.”
“But that isn't true,” she smiled warmly.
“Let me finish, my child,” he said with a kind nod of his old head.
“Oh, yes sir.”
“A justice must be a man of warmth and humor and I see no signs of such qualities here.”
“But you are mistaken, sir.”
“Oh, am I indeed?” he asked.
“Oh yes.” She knelt up beside him on the couch. “My daddy is so warm and human and he has taught me so much about the enjoyment of life.”
“Oh, he's taught you that?”
“Yes. Would you call this cold and formal?” she asked, a sly smile breaking on her pretty lips.
As she spoke she pulled the front of her gown down to her waist. The sweet, firm young breasts swayed invitingly in front of the old man's face.
The man obviously wanted to clasp them in his hands. Yet, he managed to hold back. Faith helped him by moving in closer and fitting the pink nipple of one of her breasts between his lips.
His mouth opened wide and he sucked the sweet hill of silken flesh almost completely into it.
“Ummm, that feels so nice, sir. You see, there is nothing cold or formal here.”
He nodded his head in agreement as he continued to suck avidly. As he did, Faith opened the waist of her dress and pushed it down until it caught at the top of her hips. Another good push would send it all the way down.
She continued to talk to him softly as he sucked on her pink, hard nipples. He seemed not able to get enough of the sucking of her proud, firm young breasts.
Just to bring that matter, the matter of her dress being caught at her hips, to his attention, Faith took his hands and placed them on her bare sides.
His eyes went wide with shock as he held there for only an instant before sliding them down to explore the sweetness of her young form.
“Do you find me fair, sir?”
“Ahhhh,” he sighed.
“Do you, sir? Do you find me fair?”
“How could I find you otherwise, my sweet?”
“Do you find me fair enough to share with you some of the things of life that I have learned from my father?” she whispered as her eager body rubbed against his.
“Well, bless me,” the old man sputtered as he drew the silken plum from his mouth and stared wide-eyed into the pretty young girl's smiling, face.
“I am ready to bless you with everything that I have, sir,” she smiled with warmth.
“Well, bless me,” he repeated, surprised and pleased with his good fortune.
“Just a little push would send my dress all the way down, sir,” she whispered again.
“Is that right?” he grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, well, well. This is a very interesting turn in events.”
“Would you care to push my dress down? If you do care to, you can see the delights that it hides from your eyes.”
It was clear that the old man was very anxious to see such things. His hands were rough and nervous as they rubbed her tender skin while pushing at the gown until it cascaded over the swell of her hips and fell at her bent knees.
Falling down beside the lovely young creature, the old man began to rub his hands over the sweet swells of her plump bum.
“Ah, such a delight to fondle as sweet and curved a thing as you,” the old man sighed.
His face rubbed the bottom of her belly and the juncture of her thighs which were parted just enough so that his nose caught the faint aroma of sex wafting out from her warm crotch.
“You see, sir, we in this family are very warm and very human,” she whispered warmly.
“Ah, indeed, indeed,” he said.
Without asking Faith half turned and reached into the front of his trousers.
“Why bless my soul, and my cock, too,” the old man laughed happily as he felt her young, slender fingers going inside of his trousers.
The bulge felt amazingly strong for so old a man.
“Oh, you feel so big, sir,” she hummed as her hand took his cock.
“Get a good feel, my lass. Measure it up. I promise you that I'm every bit a man, in spite of my age. There's enough there to please even so young and pretty a lass as you.”
When Faith had captured the man's cock in her hand and had drawn it out, she was surprised to see that it was a worthwhile weapon after all. It would surely have the strength to provide one excellent fuck.
“It's so big and beautiful,” she sighed.
“It's old and it's seen a lot of cunts in its time. But there's no cunt that it would rather visit than yours, my young love.”
“Oh, you're so sweet,” she whispered softly, weighing his cock in the cup of her hand.
Unlike her father's, it was not thick. Instead, it was slender and strong and longer than she had imagined a cock could be. Holding it against her belly, she tried to imagine how far such a lance could stick into her and how exciting it would feel as it probed into her intestines.
Whispering and breathing heavily, the two shed the remainder of their clothes while she assured Lord Prawl that they would not be disturbed for as long as they were of a mind to be.
“Are you really going to push this beautiful long cock into my hot little cunny?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Indeed,” he laughed.
“I then shall surely have to make it moist so that it can slide in without causing me pain.”
So saying, she bent her head and wrapped her full, warm, moist lips around the deep red knob which seemed to glow like a beacon at the tip of his long, straight shaft of gristle.
“Ah, my dear, my sweet,” the old man sighed with pleasure.
Hearing the man moan in ecstasy, she gave it a few more gentle licks and sucks and then released it.
“But why have you stopped sucking on my cock, my pretty young girl?” he asked, obviously disappointed.
“Well, sir, I was afraid that perhaps it would explode.”
“Why does that frighten you?”
“I don't want it to splash too soon, sir. Not before even getting it into my cunt.”
“So you'd really like to have my old cock in your young cunt, is that right, young lady?”
“I'd love to have it in my cunny, sir. My cunny aches to feel the fullness of your magnificent meat.”
“That is quite flattering. And, your cunt shall have a visit from my old cock. But, this is not fair.”
“What is not fair, sir?”
“You have felt my cock, is that right?”
“Yes, sir, that is true.”
“And you have sucked it and have licked it and have had a good close look at it.”