Mrs Bennet recoiled at the sentiment, “You are a strange one Mr D’arcy if you prefer to shoot birds when my girls wish nothing more than to whisk you upstairs and to please you.”
“I meant by playing the Pianoforte of a game of whist perhaps? “I’ll think about it,” she said as t she felt the first stirring of an orgasm deep in her womb, “Might as well,” she thought, “It’ll get me away from my mad mother and alcoholic father,”
D’arcy breathed a sigh of relief, she might be a good lay but hardly wife material and based on past experience she would dump him within weeks. Xxnx Mr Bennet staggered drunkenly into the breakfast room after a break fast of Rum and Porter in roughly equal proportions. His member swelled at the thought .“Fancy a quickie before we go?”
“Yes why not,” Mrs Bennet agreed.
