He climbed off his horse and walked around to help Lucy out of the saddle. She slid down to the ground with a little help from him.She took a few step... and said, "I feel bowlegged."William laughed at the expression on her face and said, "That's okay. You don't look it. When we get back to the Carter House, we'll get you a massage and you'll feel a lot better." Good," Lucy said.Derrick walked over to the horses and said, "I'll take care of the horses while you check out the progress on your. I should mention here that the wife Marge is one of those sleepers that just turning over in bed wakes her up. I’d been asleep for a while when I heard my name called ... yeah, right. I heard it again and it was Dad’s voice when he was going to brook no shit from anyone. THAT got my attention. I propped up on my elbows and looked at Marge still sound asleep. The room was dark but there was a glowing, bright spot on the wall at the foot of the bed. “This is not for her, son. I have some things. My hand caressed her face before moving to the back of her head. A little thrust touched her lips to the bottom of my shaft, so I pulled out and listened to the air rush back to her throat. She moaned, gathering the spittle that had formed between her lips and my cock and stroking it along my length. She licked up the underside, then took just the head and made short dips until I was lightly fucking her mouth. A gasp came as she pulled off again, long enough to lick and suck my balls. I wasn’t. I tried to stop it, really i did but to no good because it slowly started to feel like it needed to be fully fat and throbbing, which it was doing all on its own. The morning woody in all its power was shining in the sun light. I saw that Mary had also noticed this movement because now she had moved to the doorway looking down on to me.I stayed perfectly still, well almost as my cock was still throbbing, not wanting to lose the moment, and to my surprise Mary inched into the room and knelt down.