The area in front of the smithy was paved in cobblestone out to the road. Paved paths from the Smithy and then to the road ran to the one step high po...ch that had a low railing around it. Several chairs and small tables adorned it and made it a lovely place to sit in the evenings.In the Smithy, an open coal type forge was near the house side wall and a larger more modern gas-fired one was against the opposite thick brick wall with the gas tanks on the other side of it. Several workbenches of. "Then," I told her finally, "place the bottle under your ass and sit down on it." Yes," she said again. I tried to imagine her, sitting in her home as her husband slept, inserting the neck of one of his beer bottles into her anus, which he never fucked, still slick from her cunt juice, which he never tasted. His wife became a younger girl's cunt whore for a night, and she loved it. Impassioned, I finally shoved the thick head of the receiver into my own slick cunt hole and groaned, as it spread. It was two days later that I went over to Payal’s around 10 at night it was dark. Anu had telephoned through that I was coming over so Payal was expecting me when I go there. She looked absolutely stunning as let me in to her parents flat.She was wearing a white see-through silk nightee and I could see everything as she had opened her front door because there was hardly any light in the hallway. She was lit from behind allowing me to see her gorgeous figure. I was stiff straight away.She seemed. After coughing and swallowing, she said, “You forced that cock of yours down my throat!”“I did…and it felt wonderful too. Don’t you like to deep throat?”“I’ve never done it before, Bobby!”“Well, you’ve been trying to seduce me for two years, so I figured I’d see if you liked a good throat fucking.”“Well, it hurt a little at first, then it was okay.”“Good. Then later I’ll throat-fuck you again,” I replied and started to walk out.“Wait! I want you to fuck me now,” she said as she pulled off her.