The prospect of actually going into a saloon also intrigued her. Molly’s older husband had been very conservative, and as a proper Victorian-Era wif..., Molly had never seen the inside of a saloon.We left Molly’s boarding house, and I proudly let her take my arm as we walked over to the Bull. Molly was wearing a very nice simple dress, unadorned, without hoops or a bustle. She had a wide brimmed straw hat perched on her swept up hair, and she carried a parasol to keep the intense sun off what. The man was at the edge of the bed, behind the woman, whose stomach and face seemed to be resting on Matthew's bed. The scene was obvious, yet Matt didn't want to believe it; A large and undoubtedly strong male was pinning his wife down on his bed and thrusting into her while she clutched the bed sheets as hard as she could. Betrayal and embarrassment rushed in as he watched, paralysed, while a stranger grabbed Natalie's butt cheeks and plunged himself deep inside her. His wife's legs rested. So come on. he pulled me towards him.i was over him.he touched my breasts and kissed them over my gown.he removed my dress tearing the sophisticated silk. and my naked breasts were hanging in front of him.i was a educated woman from a rich family giving myself to a lower class driver.I thought about my husband but i was immoral at that time. he held my breasts and kissed them one by one. he kissed my lips. then he made me completely naked. he kissed all over my naked body.He messaged my breasts. Then she slid two fingers into me, it was spontaneous and without hesitation. I liked it.I had my hands on her breasts and her finger continued to plough my vagina. It was a real touching session, nothing was in any way serious enough to bring on an orgasm.After we had finished and washed the shower gel off we got out of the shower and we dried off.“How often have you fingered another girl,” I asked as I finished towelling off.“Not for years, I was still at college,” Sue said as she dropped the.