"Well its nigh on a thousand acres!" he declared, "No wonder poor Miss Addiscombe is so discomfitted." And you stole it from poor Mr Collins." Miss Ad...iscombe snapped."Hardly stole!" I replied, "No, do you see," I tried to explain."Well I am ruined by your chicanery," Miss Addiscombe announced, "Poor Mr Collins is destitute and I am to become governess to the Misses Grayson, do you understand." she said angrily."Her poor papa has but recently departed this earth and his estates are entailed. She didn't know that her own juice would be so terrible. She remembered that Sherry's had been exciting, but then they had been tender with each other. That had been a mutual love act, not a brutal rape with a broom handle."Not enough?" he asked.He rolled her over and pulled her up so that her ass wagged in the air. She didn't know what he was going to do. With her cheek pressing coldly into the cement floor, she thought that she had endured all he could offer. She quickly found out how wrong. I striped down naked also and walked to the bathroom, my cock bouncing proudly along the way and got in the shower. I am pretty sure Elsa took note of my thick nine inches and heavy balls. I was sure I would never get to tap that, but I could have a little fun anyway. As I showered Elsa kept coming into the bathroom for this and that. Just like my wife does or any other of the many women I dated in my time. I wanted to rub one out but could not. Then all of a sudden Elsa pulled the curtain. By the time we got back to the river, I was breathing a bit harder than normal but I could have easily done another lap or two. It felt good to let the body loose. My longest walks for the past decade had been from the house to the barn or the truck or from the truck to a piece of fence I was repairing.We played around in the river and the little bathing alcove for a while, then headed up to the cave. I dug through the dinners the kids had brought up and found a chicken dinner that looked.