“Deal!” Heather agreed.“Deal!” Becca grinned.Well, I got pretty darn stuffed in about thirty-seven minutes. I chowed down and didn’t let the...outcome motivate me at all. I was ravenous by now. I ate, ate, and ate, full of compliments for each of the cooks. Melanie in particular was tickled pink at the way that I devoured my breakfast. Those girls spoiled me rotten. They were so sweet to me! I felt like a king!“Thirty-seven minutes, twenty-two seconds. Becca wins,” Heather acknowledged, not even. He pressed me against the windows and spread my legs and started to push his cock inside my wet pussy while I used the glass to support myself as he trusted inside of me. He was taking his time and just enjoying the moment. This was a slow, silent and seductive fuck that just made me feel all his manhood. I was loving how he felt inside me and how he filled me completely. I didn’t care if somebody from another building or condo could see me. I was having the best feeling knowing I was servicing. It was fortunate that this farm as well as a whole series of similar farms was the supply sources of the British military might in Boston and, as such, they were allowed to continue to operate and expand their production because of the greater benefit to the occupying troops.A British patrol consisting of both British regulars and Hessian support elements marched into the farm from the nearby dirt road in a perfect formation and a cloud of dust so fine that it clogged the pores with grit that. I still looked pretty good for forty, but I wasn’t thirty anymore. I removed my glasses and squinted at my image. I put the glasses back on and unbuttoned my blouse, baring my boobs. They were small, but they felt firm under my wet fingers. I watched myself tease a nipple until it hardened. A glass of wine suddenly seemed a good idea. I walked out the side door, intending to go to the garage just the other side of a short walkway, where a second refrigerator held beer, white wine and extra.