Louise immediately hit me with a plea for a clay oven. I didn't know what she meant until she described it. She wanted a beehive oven that would allow...her to place a fire in the oven and when it was hot enough to bake bread or pies. I had no idea how to do that but Willy, who had done more traveling than I, did. He promised Louise that, for a steady helping of her good bread, he'd make one after the houses and barns were built.Claire and Ola told us that the other people to whom they had talked. ” Such powerful words. I felt as if I would collapse or even faint.The slow tonguing he had done down my backside was torture enough, but I did not want it to end. I began to chant to myself repeatedly, “Eat me, just please eat me.” His wet lips on my thigh made me chant even faster.I moved my legs wider apart to allow him better access to my extremely wet pussy that twitched and throbbed, and by then was very swollen. His mouth left me again and this time, I thought I would cry. I could feel. Temporarily satisfied, all of us reclined into a hot tub chair to relax and regain strength for round two. By this time we were all ready for another drink, so I got out again to make another round of daiquiris. I just love my big watermelon tits and I love showing them off, especially when I am really horny. The men enjoyed watching my tit show as I prepared the drinks. Every move was calculated to highlight my nipples, or my breast size, or the areolas, or my pussy. Gosh, it makes me hot. I am truly blessed.She wasn’t always naughty. In fact, she was prudish and mildly Victorian when we married. Sex was in our bed, under the covers, and typically in the missionary position. This went on for decades. Occasionally, she would dress up, or we would have sex in the living room, but these events were too rare from my point of view and, too often, from her perspective.It all changed when she discovered really good pornography. The kind of pornography that makes you wish you were doing.