We had never fucked in the breakfast room, but I wanted her so badly right then, I wanted to just throw her on the floor and take her that minute. She...removed my hands from her firm thighs and turned slowly and looked me in the eye, "I missed you last night." "Who was she, and... how was she?" she said as she pulled out of my embrace and walked toward the table where breakfast was laid out. I stood there with my rock-hard prick sticking out of my robe amazed by this turn of events. Could my. Damn it felt good! I pushed the cock further into her shoe and i was about to cum when I had to put the shoes down so she wouldn´t see me. I went into the kitchen and she gave me a beer, we sat there and just talked. She told me that she was going to start with the dinner but she needed some vegetables from the greenhouse. I said that I could get them.-Good, then I start with the dinner. You could use my Freestyles if you want to! She said and gave me a wink.I went out in the hall and on the. To me it was familiar territory but unknown to my two loves. Better as they say: Be safe, not sorry.It turned out that I was the one who needed help. I had no idea how the hanging boxes were assembled and I didn't see any directions either. Well, like I have mentioned several times, I'm a guy. We like to fix things. We don't have to ask directions and lastly, we don't need or even follow directions ... most of the time.So there I was with one of the boxes half unfolded and holding a metal Giz. I rammed my tongue in and out of her quivering pussy hole while my nose rocked against her sensitive clit. After a while, her panting became wordless, and she said things like “Ahhh” and “Ooooh” and “Yeah” when I dug down and rimmed her anal opening. Her voice was a seductive, throaty whisper. I lapped up every drop. Once she started cumming, she couldn’t stop. I didn’t time it, but I will bet she came for ten minutes. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy nectar. She kept grinding her hips.