She put up her play fight again as he ripped away her shirt revealing her bare breasts. They heaved and bounced as she kicked, her efforts earning her...a smack across the face. She lay motionless long enough for him to push her skirt up and tear through the fabric of her panties. He slipped his hand up sideways and sawed back and forth, cupping her cunt as wetness slicked his palm. Holding his fingers up to the light, they both gazed at the evidence of her arousal. “It seems my cunt is more. She gulped down the copious semen with a delighted moan and showed the chef a bright smile that had once earned her the title of Ms. Georgia. Some of the chef’s cum still coated her teeth and the sides of her tongue when she opened her mouth to suck the last bit off her fingers. “Didn’t miss a drop Miss Buffy, you are a professional cum drinker aintcha? ” The chef pulled his baggy pants back up his thighs with a long string of Buffy’s slobber still hanging from the dripping tip of his cock. . ‘What luggage do you have, Mr Rix?’ I hold up my suit carrier. One section has a plastic window and it’s obvious it contains a military uniform. I think I see the lady’s eyes soften slightly, maybe a relative in the forces also? ‘I just want to hang this up somewhere as it’s a real pain to iron – the rucksack I’m honestly not bothered about.’ I try and give her my winning smile, aware I really don’t have one. It seems to work and she arranges for my gear to be taken up and hung in my room with. ​“Joining me on the porch?” she asked “Sure thing auntie,” I responded. But as I moved to get up, the day’s labors got the best of me. I was stiff and achy and groaned audibly as I slumped back into the chair. “What’s wrong? You’re not getting old on me are ya?” she teased. “No, just over did it a little I guess.” “You poor thing,” she said empathetically, but in a playful tone, “come on, I’ll help you up,” she said, extending her right hand. I gave her my hand and she helped me stand. “I feel.