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eagerly. As their tongues intertwined and her legs parted, Jennifer had to wonder what the actual, proper noble response to someone like her would be. Was it polite to accept such an obvious offer, on the theory that spurning it would be a slight to the lady's attractiveness? Or was a nobleman supposed to resist all such temptations? (In which case Jack was being a very bad boy, as it was his tongue slipping past her lips and not the other way around.) Jennifer didn't actually care much, but it would be fun to ask Mary later, preferably at an awkward moment.
    Setting the question of etiquette firmly aside, Jennifer focused her attention on kissing. Jack was proving wonderfully responsive, with his raging erection pressed right up against her naked snatch, and she gripped his curly hair with both hands and pulled his lips against hers so hard their teeth clicked. Both of them giggled. Jennifer slackened her hold slightly and they came up for a mutual gasp of air. Eyes locked on his, Jennifer flicked the tip of her tongue playfully over his lips, snuck a hand down to brace against his chest, and pushed herself away slightly, tilting her bosom upward and peering through her lashes as Jack's gaze -- inevitably -- dropped to watch the rising swells.
    "Such a gentleman," she cooed, "putting up with my antics. No wonder we still have a hereditary nobility!" Grinning, she released him and began to lower herself to her knees, taking her time about it and grinding herself against him like an exotic dancer as she worked her naked body down his clothed one.
    "Speaking of which," Jennifer asked in a conversational tone, "you haven't acquired an Honorable Lady Smythe since we last met, have you? I would hate to have anyone mind if I did this. " As she spoke, she cupped a hand up sharply between Jack's legs, eliciting a gasp of surprise and a tiny flinch of (understandable) fear before his brain caught up with instinct and reassured him that the naked, kneeling woman was only stroking his balls, not attacking them. Jennifer gave a knowing grin as she squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of the twin orbs press against her palm.
    Jack's jaw worked for a moment before he found his words: "Ah -- no," he said breathlessly, "no, I have not. Are you sure you should -- " He broke off, rising onto his tiptoes and gasping as she squeezed more firmly with one hand and brought the other up to unlace his loose breeches. With a few quick pulls, Jennifer had the sailor's trousers down around Jack's knees, revealing nothing underneath but a long, slender, and almost painfully erect penis.
    "Mmm," Jennifer said, trailing a finger up the length of flesh from the veiny ball-sack to the ring of foreskin around his crown, "sure I should do this, you mean?" She bent her head and kissed him on the tip of his prick, tonguing lightly at the dark slit and slurping with her lips.
    A shudder ran through Jack's body and up along his cock to Jennifer's lips; she grinned wetly and let the plush rises slip just a tiny bit wider to engulf the top of his glans. Her hand wrapped expertly around his shaft, the other still cradling his balls, and she gave a gentle thumb-and-forefinger tug to pull his foreskin back.
    Jennifer was pleased (though not surprised) to find Jack clean beneath his sheath, with only a faint and charmingly masculine musk and a sweet little trickle of pre-cum joining the taste of his kisses on her tongue as she began to stroke his shaft. She lapped slowly around the prickhead, tracing its sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue and peering up through her long eyelashes to enjoy his reaction.
    Swaying slightly, Jack steadied himself by resting a hand atop Jennifer's vivid curls. He did not shove down, as some men were wont to do, but he did grip her with a flattering intensity, and Jennifer expressed her appreciation with a long, low moan that vibrated her lips against his cock. Jack grinned down at her.
    "That's good," he praised her. "You know