Tonight she was extra eager again, just like a week earlier and aI was pounding hard and her hips were wiggling around under me. Her tongue was often ...eep in my mouth. She said between hot kisses, “Do you think I fucked your brother this last week? Do I feel any different?” I was almost to my peak and let go big spurts as she murmured, “Maybe his sperms are in there too.”She wouldn’t say any more until morning. I laid there pondering her words and thought about her schedule the last week. There. “That, young Charlie, was Mrs D****r; the new owner of the Manor House. Don’t get any ideas boy, you’re well out of her league. She might keep you as a toy boy, but that’s about all.” The landlord laughed as he carried the glasses inside. “I know, but it doesn’t stop me dreaming,” replied Charles “That’s all you’ll ever do Charlie. That sort of world isn’t for the likes of you and me. Those money people would never welcome us in, except as slaves.” Fred the landlord struggled to balance. In the gusset was a white / yellow stain and as I held this up to my face I could smell her pussy juices. I slipped my overall down and sat on the toilet and put the panties over my head and started to wank imagining I was tasting her cunt Eventually I shot my load, cleaned up and put the panties back in the basket About 1pm Alison arrived back and seemed pleased with the progress, The bathroom had one coat on and I had got about half way round the bedroom stripping the paper off. about 3 I. I used to dream & masturbate imagining her, even while having sex with my wife(I’m married for last 1.5 yrs), one day I got her number from one of my friend whose her neighbour without him knowing, I gave her call pretending to be calling to another person and when she picked up I told her that it’s me and told her that I was calling some other person, I started calling her often, we started chatting and talking over phone, one day I told her that I want to meer her she asked me the reason, I.