The Hall was by far the grandest house for miles; a Tudor brick mansion built into the ruins of an abbey that was at least as old again. Alicia Vance,...fifth Lady Henderby, felt it had been a great good fortune that her forebears had been unable to remodel the house in more recent times. The house retained its small rooms, open fires and twisting passages. Of course, that had made the installation of modern conveniences such as piped water, gas lighting and heating a challenge and they still did. Despite that addition to the fuel that had already set my passions on fire, I managed to constrain any outward demonstration, wishing to win her entire and unrestrained confidence in me so that I should become, as it were, her father confessor, to whom she could open out all the secrets of her most inward thoughts and I fully succeeded. We had a long conversation of a most private character. I found laid open to me the mind of a girl (or rather woman) of a most imaginative and amorous tendency,. He entered her gently from behind and rode her hard. He smacked her ass and she squealed with pleasure. She reached to guide his hand on her ass. He squeezed her cheeks leaning back slightly to admire his rod moving in and out of her. She stopped him and ordered him to change. FUCK MY ASS! SLIDE YOU ROD INTO MY TIGHT HOLE!He obeyed. She licked her hand and stroked his cock to make sure he was ready. She smacked her lips at the taste of her honey on him. She relaxed as much as she could.. I snuggled up close and tight, my breasts crushing into Jack's chest and my mons squarely on Jack's quickly rising boner. With an embarrassed reddening of his face, Jack reflexively jerked back. But I quickly slipped my left hand from his and dropped it to his butt. I pulled him back tight against my tingling mound of Venus and held him there. I guess I just was in a teasing mood.I could feel the heat coming off Jack and I could see his flushed face. I was now even more sure that Jack was very.