He made a slight groan and she noticed him standing there. She raised herself up as he reached out to stroke her soft cheekbone. She stood, grabbing t...e nearest towel and wrapped herself in it as she stepped from the tub. They walked hand in hand to the bedroom. They embraced and kissed and it was like fireworks. Her hands placed on his broad chest, gripping his shirt. His hands traveled down her back to her round full ass. Massaging and lightly spanking. She moaned in his mouth, begging for. Later when we talked I asked her how come she was divorced. If I had a woman like her, I would never let her go. She told me her husband was into sharing and swinging. She explained how he wanted to swap and swing, and it wasn't her cup of tea. She didn't mind a guy looking at her body but she didn't want all these different guys screwing her. They would just use and abuse her. That just wasn't for her so when she told her husband she wasn't going to keep fucking other men he dumped her. He. "Look at me when I fill your hot cunt, Daria," Chris groaned, a lustful smile on his face.? And to his great thrill, she did as she was told, with a "Yes, Master."? Chris's cock was still difficult to handle, but Daria was much better prepared than the day before.? Although her hole was quite sore, she found herself enjoying the feeling of being filled.? She realized she was getting dominated, and that was okay.? In fact, it was better than okay.? Master’s cock felt shockingly good as it glided. We moved, and found the vineyards and outbuildings were in great shape but the house was marginal. It was a rambling ranch house with rooms added over the years since the original three room house had been built around nineteen hundred. Dad did a lot of the work but farmed out the new electrical and plumbing systems, a new roof, and new kitchen cabinets and appliances. That still left a huge amount of work that we didn't finish until I was fifteen. Yeah, we. I helped, and learned a ton of.