They were big, definitely bigger than I had imagined. But not just big, they were sort of pointy, they were pert and perky, not round and sagging like...other girls. Her nipples were pointing up at a 45-degree angle, pinky and small, but I could see they were totally erect as her spasming body made them shake. She was stunning.And damn, I couldn’t help myself. With her small hand still clamped tight around my throbbing cock. I reached out to her waist and pulled her hard toward me.I saw her eyes. After that I spent most of my time in my city apartment, trying to forgetthe life I had in our country seat by indulging myself in fine dining andgoing to stage productions in London, New York, LA and many other centresof entertainment round the world. I met Mary in Melbourne and we had awhirlwind romance, culminating in our wedding back in the small church inthe village I'd been brought up in.Once in my main house, Mary soon found the locked room and asked me aboutit. I simply told her that. As she rose up, I pulled my hips back down and as she pushed down onto me, I thrust up and deeper into her. I looked down, past my chest and stomach to where I could see my erect prick being enveloped by her hungry vagina. Each time she rose up, almost to the point of leaving me completely outside her, I could see her juices, wet and glistening on my shaft. Then I would watch as she slid down, seeing her plump lips moving down, seeing the mound just above her clit rubbing against the base of my. I squinted and tried to ignore my throbbing head. It looked like one of Jim's ears was about gone and his shoulder was bleeding.Captain Foster, George, Matthew and two new recruits lay, tied hand and foot, near the fire and five or six Tory soldiers stood or squatted nearby, cooking breakfast and having fun. I slid back out of the view of all of them and vomited in the bushes. Then I felt some better and tried to decide what to do. I was tempted to go for help, but had no idea which way to go..