It was time for breakfast, and he felt like pancakes. XXX Stooped over her garden, tending her blossoms like a doting schoolmarm, Princess Diana was the first of King’s forays that morning. And then he was inside. Then his own stomach quaked and his balls tightened. He gave it to her, digging the toes of his shoes into the soil and heaving into her like a bull against a fencepost. Even the night before he received his magic bullet in Memphis, he had heard the young women giggling outside his motel room. His other hand squeezed the steel rod in his pants hard, until it seemed like it would crack. Stooped over her garden, tending her blossoms like a doting schoolmarm, Princess Diana was the first of King’s forays that morning.




















