They were loose and easy to manage. I moved down more till I found my way underneath the front of her thong, which was already wet. She spoke again, "...h My God," she said. "Oh My Fucking God!" Her voice was deeper. She was starting to get into it. My fingers found their way to her clit, and after a few strokes I slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy, and then back up to her clit again. Her hips were really moving now. She was grinding her ass all over my cock. Again she spoke, "Holy Shit!. We rode in silence for the next few miles, both Rob and I thinking on our past lives.The clock on St Luke's church tower showed ten minutes after four as we pulled into the forecourt of The Bear at Maidenhead. I escorted the ladies into the hostelry and booked two rooms for two nights, while Rob unloaded our luggage. He then drove the coach into the livery stables and the ostlers helped him unharness the horses. While he saw to their comfort I saw to the comfort of the humans, and ordered. He had not told Marshallwhat to expect but that he would be pleased with the change in his life.Marshall found it odd how he had found the little shop. It had not beenthere the last time he was at the mall, it could not have been open along time and already had a sign in the window saying, Store Closing.Going Out Of Business. SPELLS R'US. Magic Trinkets & Game Supplies.Marshall had been depressed and taken a ride in his car after Laurinda,his wife, had started to yell at him in front of his. Out of her clothes, she wasn't bad for the mileage. Slim, with just a bit of sag in her small breasts, belly and bum, she was heavily tanned. Her only white bit was just barely bigger than the wiry triangle of hair perched above her regularly waxed snatch. I may only have been 24 at the time, but I already knew a woman like this would be mad for sex. Hubby was a kept man and bit of a waste of time. Overweight, badly dressed and not up to the job on the few occasions he showed any interest.