The tavern was situated a dozen miles to the north of London, and it was here I once again shared Caroline's bed and her milk. However, this time, whi...e I was sucking on her teat and gulping down her sweet milk, I was also thrusting into her equally sweet madge, which in turn was sucking and gulping on my plunger. My juices, her juices and her milk, flowed in equal quantities, which gave extra emphasis to what was a most memorable night.Rob drove the coach back to Hanover Square, where I took. After her orgasm subsided, I reluctantly turned around to do her back, once again I made sure my cock was nestled between her ass cheeks and started thrusting again. after few thrusts I thought I had moved back a little, but thought it was just no imagination, but it turns out it wasn't because after a about 5 more mins when I pulled back my cock fell from her ass cheeks and before we realized I pushed forward and half my cock plunged into Sams tight, wet, virgin, pussy, tearing her hymen into. .. yes, suck it clean." My wife's body shook. Her legs quivered. Her hands held my face tight against her musky cunt as she came hard.I looked up at her and smiled. She looked radiant and beautiful in her just-fucked, disheveled state."Come up here and kiss me, Baby," Leslie sighed. "Share some of that with me." She pulled me up and pressed her lips to mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues entwined in a deep, passionate kiss.Leslie then pushed me onto my back and straddled my face with her. ”“Well, you’re the one who wrote in the paper about the possibility of people being synths and I just can’t be too careful! Never know when one of them will show up here! Or did you write that because you’re a synth yourself?”I sighed. “Wow, someone needs her medications adjusted. Look, lady, if you don’t want to make some caps in trading, that’s fine by me. But I’m not a synth, hell, I was born before those damned things were even invented. Just ask Codsworth here.”“Indeed, mum. I don’t.