Always something to do” was the reply. “Grandma I wanted to ask you something” Susan began “yes, I am getting married but I am worried about s...x”. Martha looked curious. “What about sex darling?” she asked. Susan hesitated “well I am a virgin and I don’t know what to do” she said.Martha looked surprised. “You mean your finance has never had sex with you?” she asked. “No never” replied Susan “and I am worried I will disappoint him on our wedding night”. Martha put her arm around Susan shoulder.. He paid for lunch. When we went back to the office he told me that she should come by more often. That night she was wild in bed, and I knew her well enough to know that she was thinking about him while we fucked. I asked her if she wanted to get to know him better and she said she wouldnt mind seeing what he had under the hood. I took that as a yes. The next week Jack came to me with a sales idea. We were going to a trade fair in a couple of weeks in Miami and he suggested that I bring my wife. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and asked her to do the same for me.She darted her dear little tongue in immediately, and I played with her tongue with my tongue and sucked it deliciously, pressing her loving bosom with one hand, while the other wandered over her glorious and marble-like buttocks, pressing my body against hers, so that she could feel the stiff projection that was throbbing in my trousers. She smiled as I handed her to her seat, and I could see that her eyes glanced down to my. Then no rains had come since Easter and now the pitiful remains of the grain crop seemed ready to dry up into dust. Come harvest time there would be little indeed to reap, and perhaps not even enough to set aside for seed next spring.Accordingly, it was a most somber Mid-Summer's Day Festival, as no one in the village felt much like celebration. The forthcoming harvest appeared to be non-existent and the likely prospect of famine that winter loomed. Our poor cobbler, normally a man who enjoyed.