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servants who might answer it--for Belinda had knowingly dismissed them for the day--all three sat for a
moment as if frozen in their attitudes, though there was little cold about the conjunction of Clara's warm
thighs with her would-be stepfather's pulsing cock, causing her to have many excited memories of the past.
Without, stood Astrid and Patricia, the latter blushing and the former calm. They had seen all via the latticed
window which they had reached silently from the rear of the house, being as much assisted by the absence of
servants as Belinda had thought herself to be. Astrid weighed the visions of what she had seen warmly in her
mind. Her papa's tool was as thick and doughty as she hoped it might be, but it was not for these two wantons
within to enjoy it and hence she raised the knocker again and let it fall resoundingly, while nudging her sister.
'Straighten yourself, Patricia, and endeavour to look calm. What you have seen is the future and not the
present,' Astrid declared somewhat mysteriously, though the more that Patricia thought about the remark
afterwards, the more she blushed. A certain scuffling was heard within and then at last the door was opened,
presenting a much-flushed Clara to their view.
'Is Papa within? We heard that he had visited,' said Astrid, who unknown to Clara was as well aware as she
that she was wearing no drawers.
'Why, yes, he is conversing with Mama--upon business, I do believe,' replied Clara, who appeared to be
guarding the doorway rather more jealously than politeness allowed.
'Indeed, yes, I imagine so. We will not dally long, Clara. We thought only to bring you a present of some
wine. Shall you accept it?' Astrid asked. Turning about as she spoke and not waiting upon a reply, she
motioned to the coachman, who shuffled forward from the rear and deposited a box upon the steps. 'It is rather
heavy--a dozen bottles--Papa will carry it. Fetch him,' said Astrid then in a slightly sharper tone which made
Clara stare at her and then step aside.
'Oh, yes, indeed--a dozen bottles--heavy,' repeated Clara somewhat stupidly, for she knew not how to act in
such a contretemps.
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Brushing past her, Astrid strode towards the doors of the drawing room, which Clara had left revealingly
open, though not so much so that Ralph did not have time to cover as best he could the evidence of his
erection.
'Papa, dear, I have brought some wine for our dear friends,' exclaimed Astrid while donating a smile to the
bemused Belinda, who endeavoured to regain her wits and would as soon have seen Astrid at the other end of
the world at this moment.
'Wine, yes, ah,' repeated Ralph stupidly, his cock prodding so fiercely up under his trousers that he was at
great pains to try to conceal it from the gaze of both Astrid and Patricia, who had now joined her.
'Wine? How sweet of you,' cooed Belinda, though the words stuck in her throat.
'The very best, for I know you have a taste for it--as we do also,' added Astrid hastily. Moving within, she
seated herself demurely and gazed as if appreciatively all about while her father, scuffling and somewhat
red-faced, laboured with the box and knew not where to put it.
'In here, Papa. I am sure that Lady Smithers will not mind,' called Astrid gaily.
'Why, good heavens, no, what a pleasure it is,' responded Belinda, who even in such a moment could not resist
examining the label upon the first bottle she drew out as Ralph deposited it upon a table. 'Chateau neuf du
Pape, 1862-a splendid year, such a fine bouquet!' Belinda said.
'A rich body, too, I believe,' responded Astrid coolly, casting her eyes slowly up and down Clara as she spoke.
'You must of course partake of a glass,' Belinda said, seeing here--despite the inappropriateness of the
interruption--a fine chance to inveigle herself with Astrid and Patricia. Indeed, the more she quickly thought
about it, the better it became and all at once she began to fetch glasses from the sideboard.
'If I may, I will take sherry--it becomes me better at his hour. You, too, Papa,' declared Astrid, casting as
fierce a glance upon him as ever she had bestowed. The very piercing of her eyes betrayed better than any
words the fact that she had not failed to espy his uprisen condition.
'Ah, yes, sherry, if we may, Belinda,' he gurgled.
'Of course. Will you open the wine, dear? What a pleasant family party this can be,' cooed Belinda while
turning about to attend to the sherry and to smaller glasses for the three.
'Dear Ronald, is he not here?' Astrid asked casually, which question caused Clara to flutter as if she had just
remembered his existence. He was at his studies, as ever, she declared, but would be fetched forthwith. Soon
enough indeed--even as the glasses were being filled--he appeared, rather taken aback that he was permitted to
join in anything and being much taken with the appearance of both Astrid and Patricia, each of whom were
careful to give him the most winning glances.
'Well, what a pleasant surprise this all is,' averred Belinda, who already saw herself now all but at the head of
the two families with an obedient Ralph being occasionally diverted by the allure of Clara's bottom.
'Is it not?' responded Astrid warmly, adding to Belinda's surprise, 'I have long thought that we should all be
closer together. How pretty Clara has become. Her dress suits her admirably for it shows off some of her best
attributes. Have you not noticed, Ronald?'
This remark taking all a little aback, so boldly was it uttered, that a little silence fell. His cheeks flushed,
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Ronald nodded and gulped down more wine. The twin halves of Clara's tits, rising from the low cut neck of
her gown, did indeed present him with a more revealing view of her beauties than he had ever been
vouchsafed before. Stimulated as he was by the wine, his cock stirred a little.
'Ah, yes, it is perhaps a trifle daring,' Belinda ventured uncertainly, though thankful that both she and her
daughter had not got to the point of taking their dresses off when Astrid and Patricia had arrived. Her voice
sounded oddly blurry.
'Not at all, Lady Smithers. A girl should learn to display herself. We are all perhaps too modest in our ways,
do you not think?' Astrid asked.
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