The dealer was paying him about a third of what the book was worth and that infuriated father. I never heard him mention a name but I figured he had t... be someone local because the dealer supplied the books that he used as replacements."At that point I had to interrupt again. "You mean that each of the book club editions down in the basement replaced a rare first edition? There must have been ten boxes of those when I went through them the other day. Surely he couldn't have remained. Margaret was trying to decide whether the house was large enough to qualify as a ‘mansion’. Probably not, but it was still large. Well maintained, it was in the Georgian style. Possibly actually Georgian in age.The door opened as they got out, and they saw a plump, friendly-looking woman in an apron, who stepped out and came down the steps to meet them. Welcome to Patrick Lodge,” she said.Margaret raised an eyebrow. “Named for the Bishop?”“Indeed, though I doubt he was ever here. Anyway. I’m. Thank goodness for the plush rug. Ignoring the wince of pain on his face, she planted herself on his upright shaft, screwing it deep into her wet, tight hole with a silky move of her hips. She swept her long, sable hair back and moaned towards the ceiling, “Umm! Fuck, baby!”Two rough, manly hands clamped down on her shimmering breasts as she rode her big buck with zeal. His cock stirred within her, probing her deep as he pushed his hips up to meet her with a sharp smack of hot flesh.“How good. Her little “Miss Innocence” act was perfect and she soon had her own little cabin right next to the Simmons.The night of departure was a real eye-opener for Betsy because she managed to ensnare two horny males with very little difficulty. The first one was a teenaged youth with a fair share of pimples called Tommy.Tommy was eager to experiment with Betsy not caring if she was thirteen or thirty and he proved to have hidden skills with his tongue that convinced her he was a lot older than he.