"I say there, David isn't it?" I looked across at the bargee who'd shouted it was my boss, the man who owned the bakery!"Good morning sir" I said poli...ely. "I didn't know you owned a boat" I own several in fact" he smiled, "Come aboard" and he steered it into the bank beside us, his wife came up from below and he introduced me saying,"This is David who works for me at the bakery and if I'm not mistaken this young lady is Ann who is starting with us soon, am I right?" You are sir" Annie said and. While changing gears, I unintentionally touched her thighs 2-3 times. She didn’t react. Taking advantage I now purposely touched her thighs and caressed her thighs by the reason of changing gears.She had started breathing heavily. She had understood that I was doing it intentionally. After a little more caressing…She let out a moan…Aaaaaaaahh. This was my green signal…I stopped the car on a lonely road…Kept my hands on her thighs and started rubbing thm..She started moaning…Aaaaahhh…Ummmmm…I. Only this time I had my knees up over his shoulders and I'm saying "hurt me! hurt me!" as he got close to his second ejaculation. And yes, he did hurt me in doing so, and I loved every moment. We slept after the second round. In the middle of the night we had long slow passionate intercourse, which of course earned me another deep seeding of my fertile pussy. Then came morning and DiLorenzo was gone. This was a let down. I was in tears. It took my sister Janie a good time calming me down. I was. "Good morrow, John," Bronwen greeted him. She was now dressed in the simple garb of a townswoman."Good morrow,..." he was confused to see an unfamiliar face, though it was a very pretty one."Madam Bronwen," she stated."Well, Madam Bronwen, have you come to buy a spatula or a mixing bowl?" he inquired."No, John, I've come to talk to you about Alison." Hey, you misspelled my name," shouted Allison. "I HATE to see my name spelled that way!" Tough, that's the way Chaucer spells it," I replied. "Now.