In any case, I was almost certain that Lydia was not inclined toward other females, and as for Vilja, I was unsure; I suspected she would be receptive... eventually, but I had yet to build adequate trust between us to broach the subject. I was assisting her as she sought the whereabouts of a stolen, purportedly magical, flute, as well as something to do with investigating the mysterious contents of a magic bottle that I had helped her recover but a few days ago, a short time after meeting her. I. Betty took me into the kitchen, got some bread, butter and cheese out, got me buttering the bread while she put the griller and kettle on and soon the Welsh rarebit was cooking away and so was I. She had moved into my arms and was kissing me passionately."I hope your wife likes our bedroom, I'll show you the spare room later" she said suggestively, although by this stage there was nothing really left to be imagined. I was rather turned on by her attentions, especially when she opened her blouse. I unzip your boots & kiss my way up your leg & go under your skirt & push skimpiest thong away from your cock. You are sooo hard, I need to taste it. I put the tip in my mouth & savor your pre cum. You thrust your hips & I take more of you in.I get up & I say “how is it so far… should I stop”?You look pleading at me and shake your head no.I tell you to get up and bend over the couch, I unzip the back of the skirt. I pull it off along with your thong. I give each cheek a couple of love slaps and. He worked on her for what seemed an eternality impaling her body as hard as he could manage and as fast as he could before arching his back and reeling up on his hands groaning loudly, emptying his big hairy ball sack deep in her stretched, bruised and tender pussy. He leaned down and sucked hard on her swollen boobs paying particular attention to her perked nipples whilst he kneaded them in his rough hands. He didn’t take his dick out until he felt completely resolved but she lay staked out.