I kissed her. Her eyebrows shot up and she stopped talking and smiled demurely!I put my arm round her. She snuggled up to me and we looked at the mile...upon mile of grape vines that slipped past the car as we drove. The silence was punctuated by just an occasional comment or question from Sylvie's mother. If her mother realised what caused such a change in her daughter's behaviour she never let on; but she did have a rather enigmatic smile for several days after whenever she saw us together.I. "You can't go into town in these," she said. "My husband was a big man, bigger around than you. I'll see what I can find." She tossed my ragged breeches on the steps while I pulled on my shirt as the evening cooled. The britches she produced were very well-made but too big around the middle and much too short."Well, put those awful things on," she said, "and come inside. We're about to sup." She closed the door and I squirmed into my damp beeches, buttoned up and clamped on my belt, feeling. Jesus, they were typical men: moving like molasses, devoid of any sense of urgency. Jane had a low opinion of men in general since she had booted her philandering bastard of a husband out two years ago. A good private detective and an even better lawyer had helped her exact her revenge to the tune of forty million dollars. She had used half the money to start her own investment banking business and now she was in the enviable position of using her own money to bankroll worthwhile start-ups. She. With a few more thrusts I said, “oh fuck Ronda, I’m going to cum”. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest. A string hit his cheek and he flinched, but stayed put until I had finished. I then settled back into my seat out of breath as I watched him finish himself, stroking a thick pool of cum out onto his belly that mixed with mine. This is the first time I had watched him take.