All I could do was groan.Just before his fingers met my shaven cunt he slid them back away, out to my hips. With his hands firmly gripping my fleshy h...ps he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue diving into my mouth which I happily sucked. I grabbed his sides and stared into his eyes, panting heavily."I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum." I said, my voice quivering, filled with need.He just nodded and tugged me towards the edge of the table by my hips, causing me to suck in a gasp of. "Hello," she said from behind me. "Do you mind if I watch you for a while?" Of course not, Mary," I said. I kept painting. This light wouldn't last much longer and I would have to stop for today."I'm not Mary," she replied slowly. "I'm Magda." Mary," I repeated. "I knew your parents. They called you Mary. I knew your husband Michael. He was in my regiment. He called you Mary. He was a good man." He was, wasn't he? I miss him. But the entire village calls me Magda now." I know. It's cruel of. What a taste I never experience so soft lips until now and tasty juices of her mouth. She too responding as an expert. Now I slowly raised her kameez and started to roll my fingers on her waist and back.She started to push me apart but I hold here head strong so that she can’t break the kiss. In no time, she stopped here resistance and started surrendering. Now I moved my hand towards here small mangoes and started to press softly on her bra and started lick and kiss her neck. She started to. The man shook his head and called out again.“Calm down and don’t move about,” he told the occupants of the wagon. “If you shout and scream and make a fuss then you’ll spook your mules and that’ll just make matters worse. Just be calm and give me a few minutes to tie off the wagon and maybe get a brace under it. Then I’ll give you a hand getting out of the wagon.”This time there wasn’t as much wailing and crying but there was some whimpering heard. The man just accepted that it was the reality.