”“One thousand guineas,” Jane demanded and she looked Lord D clean in the eye.“One thousand it is then,” he laughed as if it were a trifle, ...��Now disrobe, I wish to fuck you.” “Money first if you please sir,” Jane teased, “Now enough of talk of fucking.”“Enough indeed,” Lord D agreed. He advanced upon Jane as she smiled at the joke. The thought of the noble Lord mounting her was so laughable, so definitely unlikely as to be absurd, though she knew she would not so much as raise a finger should. Even my encircling arms could barely hold the bucking woman as she underwent her climatic pleasure, the strength in her tiny body surprising me. Her ass actually tightened and held me as if in a tiny circular vise while her cunt poured juices onto my chin and neck.It was a magical moment for me as well - always enjoying the voyeur side of watching a woman orgasm. Especially if I had something to do with the cause before the effect. Perhaps I could not see this delightful middle-aged woman but I. I'd gone five years without that joy, since my husband's death, and I was damned by the sad cow eyes my fellows sent my way. To lie with a widow was taboo, moreso when she was young and childless, as I am. My mother was one of then many who loved to recite the trite, "You can do anything you put your mind to," and I was impressionable as a child. With her voice in my ear, colored slightly mocking and sing-song by my experiences, I put my mind to catching a thief. T'was not difficult. The man. His tongue and fingers explored her hole, causing her body to jolt once again, “Fuck, you’re good!” She complimented, pushing his head to her mound. She humped his face as if it was a big cock.“Okay, my turn.” She prompted him to stand and went to work on him. He smiled down at her watching his mom’s head moving back and forth on his cock. They could hear moaning coming from above and looked up to see Carrie doubled over in her loud climax.“I don’t have very much cum to build up.”“That’s okay,.