No pennants or banners were showing, but they definitely looked like they were in formation; four by two, with the oldest one in front. They slowed wh...n they came fifty yards in front of us, and the older one in front raised his right hand as the came closer. I stopped and waited.He lowered his hand, "Who are you?" He asked gruffly.I sat back and looked bored. "I am Lord Charles. Who are you to stop me?" I tried to sound like a spoiled aristocrat, and succeeded better than I expected.He. Ben took a brief look at their auras and immediately cut them loose.The man was tall and rawboned. His tired, lined face looked like it hadn't seen shade since he was born. His hands were big, rough and callused. The rich red dirt of the area seemed too embedded in the man's hands. He was a farmer. The farmer looked worried as he glanced nervously around to see the Indian's reaction to him being cut free. His wife was a weathered looking woman that seemed resigned to whatever life threw at her.. "Love you," she muttered and I moved in for a kiss.We stayed together, joined by my withering and leaking cock, for a minute, kissing and fondling as my body soaked up every last spark of sexual energy from our liaison. Sarah pulled out a small bag of baby wipes and cleaned herself and then me with a wet wipe that caused my cock to stiffen again. "Later," she teased and kissed the end.Sarah got up and remained on the right side of the room, away from the window, but I saw her there, her damp. The stairs creaked loudly, attracting my attention as we returned to our little table. As I watched the couple ascend to an upper floor, the woman's mature but shapely ass swaying with each step, her slim boots gently creaking each of the stairs, I couldn't help but think that tonight, while Cheryl was already asleep with two layers of clothes and bed covers, withdrawn, this lady would be wide awake and naked, her husband going down on her, or perhaps her riding him. I told him with my mind, if.