‘Money, Groat. Bags of the damned stuff. Bags that we don’t have. Because of my father’s ‘delinquency’, – fighting for the King makes him ... delinquent – when half of those wracked, back-biting, pulpit hugging clawbacks were safe away from all harm. Anyway they’ve fined us five hundred pounds.’ In his position as steward of the house, with a responsibility for the accounts Groat knew immediately how much money the D’Airings didn’t have. Five hundred pounds was a huge fine, and one that they. A tell tale sign that a man was about to give up his essence. He moved in a smooth motion, like a violin bow sliding across the strings producing a continuous harmony, unbroken by the change in direction. Bigger, longer, I sensed it more than felt it. I gasped in pleasure. There was no way of measuring how big he was now, but it was pushing the line between pleasure and pain, stretching and pulling my labials as it moved, penetrating deeper than I thought any man could. Even my clit, felt the. Maine uski choot me apna hath daala to wo zor se awaaze krne lagi aaaahhhhh…. Hmmmmmmm…….Aaaaaaaahhhhhh…….. Maine apne saare kapde utaar diye aur uski panty bhi utaar di. Usne kaha aaj mujhe kutti banakar choddo ajse main tumhari rand hun ye sunke mai hairaan reh gaya wo bilkul raand ki tarah bol rhi thi. Maine kaha main tujhe roz choddunga meri rand.Usne kaha “common lick my pussy”. Aur mai uski choot chaatne laga. Usne mujhe bed pe lita diya aur apni choot aur gaand mere muh pe ragadne lagi.. Gradually my sex talk centered around watching her have sex with some unknown man. I became obsessed with the idea of watching Carol in the throes of passion, of her fucking with wild abandon. Over time I noticed Carol getting wetter and wetter and her orgasms wilder when I whispered my dirty thoughts to her.One night we had spent the evening at John's doing the usual drinking and smoking weed. Carol had one of John's T shirts on and had been unusually brazen in her lotus spread leg sitting..