#62250 - â€Where do you want me sir, she said to Claridge mistaking him for Rothby. â€What's wrong with you? Sophia asked, as Rothby's hands seized the hems of her skirts and underskirts and raised them hurriedly to her face, he peered with amazement at both her plethora of underskirts and her lack of pantaloons or anything to hide her modesty now she was laid on her back with her skirts raised. Rothby in turn was shocked at his reaction,†‬the girl was available to him for but the briefest moment yet for not one instant could he resist her and yet once sheathed he had exploded his passion deep inside her,†‬thoughtless of the consequences,†‬thoughtless that she should have at least consented and they used a skin of some kind,†‬but now it was done and just the memory of such brief perfection remained.