"I'm from up north, near the big lake, Champlain. Maybe I'll go back. My husband farmed here, tenant farmed." British are stirring up the Indians so I...heard." Yes," she said, "I know. But, well, I've nothing to hold me here."I held her hand as the tear dislodged itself and slid down her cheek. She brushed it away. "Come," she said, "let's off to bed." She smiled at me. "I need a man." Fran," I said, staying put and still holding her hand. "Are you sure?"She leaned across the table and kissed me. I ran my cock around her ass a few times before slowly pushing the tip of my cock into her.At first I just used the tip of my cock to open her ass a little, I could tell that it was uncomfortable by the way she tried to push me away, but grabbing her hips and holding her still put a stop to that. Eventually taking my time, I penetrated her ass completely, slowly giving her the entire length of the shaft. Once in all the way I stopped to enjoy the wonderful feeling of being inside her. I. Those lovely stilts that keep her supported and her cute butt off the ground. She moves her hands up and down each leg, but just brushing her hair, going no further.More moans are being emitted. She jerks her head up, those green eyes flashing and widening. Her dark hair whips around as she shakes her head back and forth. Oh, no! Don't let that hair cover her! Whew! She settles back and moves her hair around to her back. A huge smile is on her face. A smile that would melt lead! I just know. I mean Kay's guardian, Heather." Ah yes, Heather Johnson, the fashion designer. You told me you worked for her."But you never said you went by the name Cecile."The priestess blushed slightly. "It is complicated, but yes, I was known as Cecile back then."The mayor switched her attention to Kay. "And you were called Katie." Katie is my real name. When I left home, to start my career, I used my initial, K, for my name. I didn't like Kate or Katherine, and Katie didn't sound professional. People.