‘Forgive me, Milord.’ He swallowed. ‘I dinna know it was ye.’ Cien paused and really looked at the old man. He wore strange britches, even tho...gh his voice sounded Scots. Even for English garb, it looked strange to him. ‘Why do you garb yourself in English clothes?’ The old man swallowed again. ‘Let me get me wife, Milord.’ He turned back toward the house and shouted up. ‘Iris!! Iris get down here NOW!’ A few moments later a door behind the house Cien hadn’t realized was there, opened and an. Beautiful breasts in the dim light.“Wait,” she said.“Wha...”“Lamp. Wanna see...”“You’re not pretending...”“I’m not pretending, Brad. You’re Brad. I’m Becky. Do YOU need to pretend?”“Just...”“Just stop talking...” And she reached down and touched, then her fingers closed on me.Giggle. “Bigger than ... Well, last time I saw it, you were seventeen. And I didn’t get but a glimpse...”“These’re nicer than I remember,” I said, appreciating her tits. I kissed her, then I kissed the nipple of the proud. You help give them some comfort from their burn. All the reward you need,” she told me as she pushed me off toward the lounge area.Only the youngest of the four girls was there waiting and she was squirming around nervously in the chair. I watched her putting her fingers under her tank top like she was going to take it off and then stopping to remove her fingers again.“Hi,” I said to her as I sat on the couch.She blushed and then said hi back.I stayed quiet and eventually she came over to be in. I obeyed. “Get on your knees” I obeyed again. Now my head was on one level with her pussy. I expected her to pee right in my mouth like mum did every morning and the vase to just be some kind of insurance for her floor. But she pulled on some small fiber which appeared from her pussy and which I hadn’t seen till that moment. For sure it belonged to her tampon and as it flushed out of her it danced a little in the air. Then May commanded me to open my mouth. “And you better don’t let it fall.