By the end of the first month they were Ursula and Tim, rather than Mrs Parry and Mr Wilkes. She noted his dinnertime sandwiches and suggested she wou...d cook for them both each day, which he grudgingly agreed to. By the second month the garden was looking a picture, and the veg had never grown so well, on wet days he occupied himself on the restoration work indoors so she was surprised to find one dinnertime that Tim was somewhat agitated. “Whatever`s the matter Tim?” A concerned Ursula. Sure you can, Allison said huskily. Pussies were made to have cocks cum in them. Shit, the guy cursed. A door opened and the pair moved into another changing room. Someone bumped into the wall. There was a wet, sloppy sound and Allison cooed, Youre so big! Am I big? I asked, Mary as I fucked her ass. Eh, she said with a shrug. I smacked her ass and she giggled. Youre my stallion! she moaned. And you feel quite large in my ass right now! I kissed Marys neck, enjoying her tight, hot ass as I. I felt the goose bumps forming upon my naked flesh as beneath the silk shroud I felt him circle. His fingertips lightly traced the curve of my bosom, his warm palms caressing and cupping the soft supple flesh. My nipples hardened as he touched me, my mind a torrent of nervous excitement and fear. All the time I felt the warmth of his breath and smelt the scent of his masculine aftershave. In his hold I always felt safe. His hands glided from my bosom down my waist and over the rise of my hips.. It was calf-deep, making it passable with only a little difficulty. At the far edge of the pool was a small gap, gaited knee-high by a tangle of tree roots where the water had eroded the dirt as it emptied into the lake-sized flat of water which I had a limited view of because of the small break in vegetation. As I stumbled out into the flat I saw that it was shallow, no more than a foot and a half at it’s deepest. The tree line along the opposite shore came to the very edge of the water maybe.