Long Live the King

It took some time to effectuate the logistics. Selling the restaurants. Renovating the home, getting the must out of it. Selling their old home, investing the proceeds. But now it was accomplished.

There was a faint whiff of honeysuckle in the air. The children were playing out back, just before the fence demarked the transition from backyard to field.

Elizabeth saw Antoine on the porch, sitting in the swing where her father used to sit, when he waited for her visits. She sat down beside him, leaning into him. Later, she'd ride his cock, take every inch of that eleven-inch stallion prick inside her, perhaps he'd even breed her again. But she loved it all with Antoine. The light intimacy, the caress of his big Black hand on her round white ass, that was enough too.