She was naked and in a strange bed. Her mind raced through all the events of the previous night in a panic then relaxed as she remembered it all. A ...udden thought made her laugh out loud. Young as she was, she was not so innocent that she didn't know the reason that men of quality might frequent the quay late at night or the type of reward such a man might expect for risking his life to save hers. She would have rather drowned than surrender her virtue to the overseer yet a few hours later. Itwas definitely warmer in her cottage then it was outside."I think you'll be better off if we get you out of those soggy clothesyou're wearing." What do you mean?" I asked nervously."Oh goodness gracious me, young man," smiled the old woman. "I onlymeant you'll warm up that much quicker if you're wearing dry clothes." But I don't have any dry clothes to put on."The old woman smiled. "I think I might have some around here that youcan borrow until yours dry out. But they're not exactly like. And I certianly didn’t want any of Yvonne’s tit milk! Between them they finished off the glass licking off every trace of the mixture, obviously enjoying it. Mrs. Issacs asked me if I felt drained and I admitted that I did. I have had more intense orgasms but none that had ever lasted as long as that one did. I was surprised at the amount of cum I’d produced. The butt-thing was taken out of my ass and the nut electrodes were removed. I was asked to get dressed and accompany. Now get lost she said. I went inside and stood at the kitchen window so I cold see them. It was boring, they looked like a married couple. Why wasn't he all over my wife's tight little body? I went into the den to watch TV , it seemed more exciting than watching them. I was caught up in a TV show and didn't hear Andrea come in the house. She cleared her throat and I looked toward the kitchen and saw her standing there with her empty cup. I jumped up and apologized for being slack. She said she.