Ian was checking the buckles on the side-saddle when Lady Gordon walked in. Ian had grown up admiring the beautiful land-owner's blonde wife. She would go out for walks and rides each day and stayed in great physical condition. Her husband, on the other hand, had far too many rich meals. He had become rather rotund and would rarely go out with Ian's father to hunt game on the estate. "Good morning, Ian. How is she today?"...

James walked into the room and everybody turned to look at him. He stood just under six feet tall with close-cropped, sandy-blonde hair. He was clean shaven with an athletic frame, but these weren't the reasons that the guests had all eyed him. Even though all were in formal attire, James stood there wearing a high collar Kenmore jacket, lace jabot, Mackay tartan kilt, hair sporran, argyle hose, and patent leather brogues...

Jen soaked in her bath in eager anticipation of seeing her husband that night. He had been gone for several months over-seas. She carefully shaved her long legs, making sure they were entirely hairless. Next she shaved her pubic region. Touching herself as she did so sent chills up her spine and got her juices flowing. Once she had shaved all but a small red strip, Jen decided to lotion her body to make it as silky as pos...