He started tongue fucking her jabbing in and out, pulling back and taking in her beautiful cunt. Then back on her, this time he went in search of her ...lit that tiny nubbin that excited his wife so. Just the search for it, as he wiggled his tongue along and around her wetness caused uncontrollable moaning from Jennifer and unfamiliar emotions within her. Why couldn’t Alan, her husband, do this to her. If she begged, he would kiss her a couple of times down there, but that would be it. She had. A man may kiss his fiancée I suppose? I doubt it went any further than that."Clearly her mother did not care what she did with Sir Henry, or even what he did to her, provided the marriage was not imperilled.In the six weeks after the trip to London Jane spent more nights in Sir Henry's bed at the Hall than she did in her own at her parents' home. She quickly became accustomed to the weight of her fiancé pressing her into the mattress, and very much enjoyed the pleasure that his prick gave her. "What's the matter?" Some of the farm gear has been moved, bales of hay unstacked, almostlike someone is hiding something up here. Another mystery, there's someextra electrical wiring coming out of the light switch and amazingcoincidence the redistributed hay is covering wherever the heck it isgoing. Here give me a hand moving the bales."They started moving the bales, exposing the wiring as they went; finallythey tracked it to the original stacks hay. "I detect some magic in thosebales, we need. I saw her fully naked only for half a minute. After that she tied her petticoat above the boobs. I suppose that’s the traditional way for women to have bath in villages. She was pouring water all over her body and enjoying the fresh feeling. When she was applying soap she had to lift the petticoat for the insides. Those were the few other quick glimpses I got of her private areas. It was still little dark so I couldn’t see it all in much detail. But even that was hot enough to kindle the fire.