I couldn’t remember the sequence as I sat there sipped my coffee. Had she unbuckled my belt first and unsnapped my trousers, or had I pulled her pan...yhose down dragging her panties with them. All I knew was that for a moment we parted as shoes were flipped from our feet and trousers and briefs and pantyhose and panties accumulated in a pile beside the bed. Without waiting for her to undress, she had grasped my aching manhood and fell backward pulling me between her opened legs and with an. But there were always looks. Our farm was prosperous and we were lucky in that. Our two eldest first children returned home from the war without harm. The war took some of our land and some of our luck. Once, only once, did one of the neighbors’ sons hint about what everyone wanted to know. He was much the worse for drink and was not fully in control of himself. No one would believe him if he repeated the story we told him. I had always enjoyed our time in the freak tent, so I was more than. . I mean yes I desired you, and... you were willingto reciprocate...but..." as she walked off into the shadows he mentallyreviewed the first lady's words and realised they had taken the kiss asstarting to make love. So it was he came to terms with the potentialtrickery in this situation and decided to do his best to stay on guard.The next woman to come up to him therefore met with stronger wordsalthough she had a young and pretty face and he felt his arousalstrengthening again."No we shall not.. Donnie always did fuck everything up. Chloelooked at her new mistress, who was wearing only a purple bra and nopanties. Chloe had always loathed the kind of women who seemed like theyjust lived for men. She hated their skimpy clothes, and their big tits,and their big hair, and their stupid makeup, and the fact that theydidn't seem to have any life outside of pleasing their men. She lookeddown at her new mistress, and realized that kind of woman wasn't so badafter all. That kind of woman.