Even for English garb, it looked strange to him. ‘Why do you garb yourself in English clothes?’ The old man swallowed again. ‘Let me get me wif..., Milord.’ He turned back toward the house and shouted up. ‘Iris!! Iris get down here NOW!’ A few moments later a door behind the house Cien hadn’t realized was there, opened and an elderly woman stepped out of the house. ‘Now what the bleeden hell have I told ye about shoutin at me Henry Fraser?’ She stopped at the look on her husband’s face and. I located her tiny clitoris and gave it everything I had. Circling it with my tongue, nibbling at it with my teeth, sucking it out and drawing at it, till it was time to get back down to the pit again. I shoved my tongue up her cunt. She tasted like Laura, but more womanly, more mushroom than baby powder. My prick rose and filled Doris mouth to bursting point. She gagged and coughed, but bravely returned to purse her lips around the throbbing head, her little hands working around the base of my. "I saw you whipping mom with your belt. I saw you do it with her too." Do what?" He demanded, wanting details."You know. I saw you put your thing in her pussy."I could see that my mom was enjoying the grilling that I was getting from Uncle Henry. She was fondling one of her breasts through her shirt material with one hand while the other hand rested nonchalantly between her legs."It's not a thing Tena. It's a cock. Call it by it's rightful name." Cock. Cock." I stuttered. "I saw you put your. He nearly fell over and blushed like Jane could hardly believe, which wasn't like him. Jonathan sat down and Jane could see from his physical reaction in his trousers that he was aroused.Jonathan whispered in Jane's ear that she was impossible, raunchy and insatiable or words to that effect. Jane giggled and drank her large glass of wine quite quickly. So did Jonathan and more drinks were a necessity. In a few moments Jonathan was making yet another trip to the bar. When Jonathan had left for.