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Her moistened lips opened like the petals of an exotic flower on a summers morn as she grasped my member and guided it within her. It eased in so soft and smooth like pulling on an old glove, nice and not too tight but a good fit, comfortable and then she grasped me cum from glass buttocks and pulled me against her. “Do it!” she urged. I guessed she wanted a good creaming and I was ready to explode so I gave her what she wanted, me pent up spunk gushed out making her gasp with pleasure. “Ooooooh” she sighed. “Thee needed that badly didn’t thee lass,” I observed, “It’s not right passionate woman like thee going without.” “No,” she said, “Oh lord why did I let you do that.” she asked as I climbed off her. “Thee’s a woman and weak, thee body rules thee mind,” I explained. “And you?” she asked, “I suppose your member rules your mind?” “Well I don’t ravish everything on two legs like some blokes,” I admitted, “Cook does me a service every now an again, but she’s barren like thee.” “I most certainly am not barren Mr Stephenson!” she snapped as she struggled to pull her ruined gown around her. “Oh bugger me, I thought!” I gasped. “Well think again sir,” she demanded, “Have you a seamstress of anyone who can help with this?” she asked as she regarded her gown with desperation. “I’ll have me housekeeper have a look,” I offered, and I bellowed “Carstairs, find Lady whatsit a smock or summat, she tore her dress!” Carstairs must have been watching us as he answered immediately, “Certainly Sir.” He plodded away. I looked at Lady Rochester, “I don’t know what come over me,” I admitted, “I don’t make habit of ravishing the nobility.” “You obviously Cute Glasses mistook me for a member of the lower orders then,” she suggested. “Nor in middle of the day,” I confessed, “But by heck that were best fumble I had in ages.” Carstairs returned with a crisply laundered servant’s smock, grey with no buttons or laces it simply went over her head. Lady Rochester slipped it over her head and allowed her gown to fall to the floor. Her looked daft as redhead glasses the smock only came just below her knees and the underskirts came to her ankles. “Thee looks bloody daft, slip thee underskirts off,” I suggested. “Only if you promise not to ravish me again,” she agreed as she eased her underskirt off. “Better not make promises I can’t keep,” I replied, and added, “Bugger off Carstairs.” She looked quite comely in a smock, womanly not false. “Er that was the best, well the only, fumble as you call it, I have had in years,” she admitted, “Oh what have we done?” That’s when Bob and Miss Rochester turned up. Her was blushing crimson, he looked proud as punch. “Mama, what happened.” Miss Rochester asked. “Her fell in pond,” I said as her said, “I spilled my drink.” “Likely story,” Bob said knowingly, “You didn’t waste much time.” “We had a connection,” I explained. “That’s one name for it,” Bob agreed. “No Lad, we have like a shared,” I grasped for the right word. hardcore cock lingerie fetish wet glasses shy Lil “He tried to ravish me and for my sins I did not resist,” Lady Rochester admitted. “Oh Mama, was it lovely like Bob and I?” she asked naively. “Yes darling, it was lovely, if a tiny bit uncomfortable as we used an armchair.” Lady Rochester admitted. “Ah well we’ll use the big bed in master bedroom next time,” I agreed, wearing glasses “And maybe stables the time after.” Lady Rochester smiled shyly. SMACK The wooden spoon connected with her upturned ass. I mounted and kept driving into her until we were both spent and she pushed me off and stood up she went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. A while later we dressed, packed up the car, dowsed the fire and made our way back to the road to head home. It was touch and go for a while after that, but once we weathered the initial retaliation, the Alliance really came into its own. It was like Cute Glasses her hand was stuck in some kind of a mitten, a warm wet and very tight. "So you're a tourist?" She was having trouble getting out, and Keith quickly moved over, cupped her firm buttocks and boosted her up. She thrust her tongue deep wearing glasses into my mouth. “What?” Aingeal asked. “I don't wanna have a redhead glasses job,” she said. I said “hmmm… well… not really… but we’ll be okay”. “Oh wow,” Leonie let out in pleasure as my dick penetrated her “I didn’t know guys could do that.” She had a book in her hand, a drink on the table and a cum from glass pot of chowder simmering on the stove. He shuddered, face red. C.J. took his time. “Two and four?” So once she came back, I asked, “What a you doing with a textbook during the summer?” They also hardcore cock lingerie fetish wet glasses shy Lil had 2 younger sisters, but they were significantly younger (7 and 5). I swear to God. We are slaves to no one!”

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