‘ I should have died that night as well Bob.’ ‘What are you talking about May?’ He asked holding her close to him. ‘ You shouldn’t feel gu...lty for not dying that night, it was a horrible slaughter of innocent girls. You could not have changed the out come just added to the victim’s count.’ He told his wife. ************************************************** May laid in the comfort of her husbands arms grateful he was with her on this holiday visit home. Her mind wandered to the day her whole. I reach above us to the windowsill to grab my glasses, making sure to lean as far over you as possible, my breasts raking over your chest causing my sensitive nipples to harden suddenly. Instead of rubbing your face between my breasts as I expected you to though, you tug me to the other side of the bed, away from my much-needed glasses. Your deep chuckle makes my already wet pussy tighten and you pin my arms under your body, kissing my face and murmuring into my ear that I can just feel my way. Tugging her hair, I snap her head back. Thrusting my hips, I just take her. She sucks on her panties as I press her velvet walls asunder, stuffing the doe deep into her weeping pussy.Her pupils dilate. Pulling on her hair, I fuck her hard. Stretching her squishy pussy with every thrust. My hips repeatedly slap against her peachy arse. The rutting sounds echo off the bathroom walls. A lascivious counterpoint to her mistress’s smoking prattle.“You need Mistress’s permission to touch your clit?” I. My father’s death was both tragic and disastrous. I can remember my mother in terrible distress, not merely because of the grief of losing the man she loved but also because she knew as I could not that we faced financial ruin. Mistress Carter was a kindly woman but she could not pay enough to sustain our household and, bit by bit, my mother sold off all that she had to sustain us through the rest of the winter of 1775. Eventually we were forced to relinquish our house and move into lodgings.