, I thrust myself as deeply into her as I can in a rhythmic fashion keeping up the thrusts as she's moaning and calling my name. I know that I can't l...st much longer as I can feel my balls are heavy and loaded so I slow it down and kiss her lips, then her neck and then her nipples which means I've now stopped fucking her. She's coming down, panting and sweating, she looks sexier than I’ve ever seen her at this moment in time. I kiss her sweaty stomach and lick her saltiness until I reach her. After about a hour there was a knock at the door. That was quick, so quick I was still in my very short dressing gown. I went to the door and two chaps were there. One an older man called Bob he was about 60 but good looking and had looked after himself. I invited them in and Bob introduced the other young man with him. He was Bradley his 17 year old apprentice. They pulled out the washing machine and set about sorting out my little problem. I made them a drink and sat on the laundry box and. ” He could see her better now. He could tell she had had a hard life. Her face was wrinkled and hard. When he saw her hands, they had hard calluses and showed the wear of age. Many of the lines on her face though showed as laugh and smile lines.Now Ledger had a worrisome thought and asked, “Will you take in a trade or do you only accept coin? I’m Ledger Fireham by the way.”She cocked her head to one side and frowned. “Matilda Greham. It depends on what you’re offering in trade son.”Now it was. "Oh, fuck me," I moaned, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. "Did the temperature just rise like thirty degrees in here, or is it just you?" You just have horny husband fever, that's all. It just goes up when you get hot and heavy with your hubby, but a few extra degrees becomes worth it, right?" Yes, just get your face back in my snatch," I commanded him, pushing his face back in there."Gladly," he chuckled, resuming fucking me and pushing my legs apart as far as he could.Then I couldn't.