"Amelia and Hywel chuckled before resuming their cuddle. Amelia's husband was not amused. He snorted and walked out.Amelia felt scared. "Hywel, do you...realise what we have done? He is not going to be pleased. Both our lives are now in danger." Who cares Amelia? I'll die a happy man." She thought briefly about the consequences of being with Hywel or the alternative.Amelia smiled. "I understand what you mean. I feel the same way." We do need to find a new home though. Go somewhere where he can. I sighed heavily my eyes still stinging from the water before they returned to my twitching cock. “What are you waiting for?” a sweet voice whispered from in front of me. I looked up to see Mrs. Grey sitting on the edge of my bed, her legs wide open. I groaned as I took in the sight of her beautiful swollen pussy and her cream colored thighs. “I don’t know.” I murmured. “you think you can take all of me?” I questioned, gripping my 8" dick and massaging the swollen tip. She giggled seductively.. However, we're into the busy season. Lambing's about to begin and then shortly after that's over it's shearing time, both of which are time consuming and thirst making so lunch goes for a ball of chalk. What I'd like you to do is take them coffee at eleven. They take a thermosful each with them after breakfast but that's gone by eleven and then take them a picnic at half past twelvish. Then tea at three and five." OK. What about breakfast and supper?" I've always done that. Breakfast's at six. "I've got a great looking family, but they're all up-tight prudes," he muttered to himself as he pictured Lisa in the place of Christy in the story, offering her tits up to him as she spread her legs wantonly. He thought of Gail, away at college, and Sheila, his mom, as they would look casually sitting in the living room nude. "Shit!" he said to himself as his pounding increased to a frantic rate. "They're all great looking women, but not one of them would ever be seen with even a bra strap.