It was damn tough and the foreskin of my tool my sliding backward. It was painful since I never had known that the foreskin slides back to that far wh...n we have real sex.Tashu began to weep, she couldn’t shout out loud as her mouth was tied. I paid no heed to her tears. But, unfortunately, the tool wasn’t going in easily. Soon, an idea came and I picked up the Vaseline from the table beside and applied on my cock and pushed it in to her pussy again and this time it was sliding in easier. I. Perhaps it was the many nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for my young maid. The zipper barely resisted her attempts and I felt a breeze well within my trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my the fly on my boxer shorts.I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my flaccid sex, but thankfully no-one noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she rhythmically squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin fingers. Enjoy.It was the late 18th Century; Horatio was a very successful and prosperous farmer. He was in his late 30s and had been an expert marksman in several regiments, but he had gone on to acquire significant land in the Lehigh Valley of Colonial Pennsylvania. Horatio was a tall man with striking features a handsome rugged face and large strong hands. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals. There she has shown some of her extra curriculum and came down and did end at the waist.Then she took that bottle and sprayed again that wet thing at the age of my asshole. She used her two fingers there to rub and reached downwards to my pussy with that wet thing and put in inside. As she did it I moaned more loud this time. Although she didn’t care of it and rubbed hard. Quickly she made in and out with her fingers.Usually mom used to do me with her one finger, but at that time it was two.