<strong>Who:</strong>J.F Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw grounds<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Fowler , Charlie Cooper<br/><strong>When:</strong>day 1, before dinner<br/><br/><br/>J.F ran his  wet  tongue  along Lord's Richard's as they  kissed. It was unexpected yet not unwanted in all  honesty. The male wasn't as good a kisser as Charlie but he was acceptable. His hand becoming a bit more firm in the Lord's hand as he stroked him. A soft moan or two escaping from his lips as well. Of course it was cut a bit to short by an arrogant push that slightly frustrated   Lord Darcy's nephew. "  My dear   , Richard. I believe if either of us is to get on their knees for the other it would be you. I'm younger then you I've had far more recent practice forcing myself on other males. " J.F responded to the man's arrogant advances with a hint of disgust. The young noble took , he did not give.<br/><br/>Deciding to return the favor , J.F  tried  to give Richard a firm slap on his toned behind before attempting to grope the man's firm buttocks. " You have a lovely ass , Dick. " J.F  complimented  his rival with childish glee unaware of Charles movement.