Her overseer resigned for reasons of his own, political I fear, and she did not trust the man he recommended. The taxes are eating her up. She is sell...ng off some of her people." I hope I was not the cause..." No, no," said her father, raising his hand. "Put it right out of your mind. She will find someone and be back after the harvest I am sure. She's hoping for an extra good tobacco crop." He smiled. "She evidently knows a very dexterous smuggler." Are we going to Pirate's Luck this summer?". I can feel us fighting for dominance. She gets on top of me, rocking her hips on me, moaning into my mouth. I grab her hair and pull her, rolling her under me.“Fuck me, plea-“ we’re cut off by a familiar voice.“Yeah Scott. Fuck her.” I look up to see Kristin in the door. She stands there with her long brown hair and blue eyes, staring at us with a smirk as she walks to the corner of the room and sits in the chair. “Please, don’t stop.”I look down at Layla and none of the lust has left her eyes.. A pink vibrating little rod. Well, perhaps not solittle. My own rod was certainly smaller than this one. I couldn't helpbut be shocked. Was I such a lousy lover that I couldn't keep hersatisfied?Well, considering the size of my member, it shouldn't exactly havesurprised me that she sought an outside source for sexual satisfaction.But she always said good things about the way I would so expertly lickher pussy. She always seemed to enjoy it, and she told me that I had atongue made for pleasing. She knows a lot about me including my gay tendencies which have emerged in recent years. Some time back, she took me along to help with a massage. She finally arranged another one.Rob, who is 65 and in a loveless marriage, sees Helen for occasional relaxation and release. When he told her that he fantasizes about being with another man, she immediately thought of me. We met at her place at 10:00 AM. After introductions, the 3 of us went into the guest bedroom while Helen’s 90 year-old mother.