You know, reviving the places that don’t get the attention they should do…now are you happy for me to do that for you?"“Um, Robert, do your best...’As I gently continued she lifted her arse to ensure my fingers had access to her anus and very hairy cunt.Slowly rimming her arsehole casually she said, “Oh that’s interesting Robert, a nice tingling sensation. You know, when my late dear husband was fondling me I always hoped his hands would go there. I really do like it.”With that I then gently. Almost immediately Liz came again. Spencer and I continued to fuck the hell out of her. Our balls were slapping off each other as we double teamed Liz. I was close to cumming again when Spencer announced that he was going to cum soon. Liz bucked up and down harder and told the two of us to cum deep inside her. Spencer came first, with a loud grunt. A few moments after he busted his nut inside Liz, I grabbed a hold of her tits and pumped my cock in and out of her ass as hard as I could. soon I. At first I didn't realize why she was taking so much time removing the paper. Then it dawned on me that she was being careful not to rip the paper so that it could be used again.I started to say something, but Beth looked up at me and read my mind. She shook her head briefly and I decided to let it drop. There was plenty of time for her to acclimate from poverty. There was no need to rush things. Besides there is nothing wrong with conserving resources. I just hope I did not have to worry about. She even lent peacock feathers for one of the girl's hair-dos.André's rather effeminate aide, Ensign Hart, had become her worshipful escort to many of the local affairs and proved to be a fine dancer and terrible conversationalist, afflicted as he was with a very embarrassing stutter and, as far as Anne could tell, an interest in nothing but John André. The young man was tall, thin, and effetely handsome despite a hawk-like nose and was wonderfully uniformed, his gorget and buttons gleaming.