A string of his precum travelled between her bottom lip and the top of his cock. She was breathing in, catching her breath, her mouth poised only cent...meters away. Her hand stroked up and down, giving a nice amount of pressure, gliding smoothly from the wetness from her spit that coated his cock. Then she went back to work, her hand dropped for a moment, then came back up. He could feel her hesitation, but she finally cupped his balls in her hand. She played around a bit, getting used to the. Beyond the trees, the land around the manor opened up into clearings and pathways, leading to fields and outbuildings. Practical and ornamental haystacks were heaped in the fields and placed as decoration along masonry and fencing. Fall passing into winter gave her the impression of spindly growth and spider web. The roots of the place were dormant but still very much alive. Corn cob bundles hung near gas-lit lamps. Artistically haphazard stacks of pumpkins decorated either side of the. Rebecca, whats wrong? Where do you feel sick at? I dont know, just all over. Maybe you have a temperature. Her Grandma went to get the thermometer and her Grandpa took her by the arm and whispered in her ear. You have to act normal or she will find out and you dont want that happening do you? You cant stop coming down every weekend because thats what you have done for years. Everyone will find out if you start to act different. Grandma returned with the thermometer and Rebecca had no fever. Oh. Ken cried out as the spunk spurted out in a huge white load over his belly. I pumped it all out of him and the final few drops dribbled over my fist. Oh yes; now that was power. And oh yes, he loved it. Again we lay side by side while he recovered. Then he noticed I was hard, again. He knelt me upright over him and wanked my erection with as much care as before. Slowly, slowly the pressure built inside me until I sprayed my spunk over his chest and belly. He loved it. So did I. And at last we.