Andrea came from the kitchen with her sleeves pushed back to her elbows, carrying a bowl covered with a cloth; and set it on the hearth.I gazed at her...and regarded her forearms -- her creamy skin streaked with delicate blue veins and downed with the finest and lightest of hair. "What's that?" I asked."Bread dough." She gave me a proud grin. "I love home- made bread and I never have a chance to bake it." It seems we have all sorts of time on our hands. I'm going to stack some more firewood."I. He finally relented and moved his body upward, and started fucking my tight pussy.“You’re so big,” I squealed as he entered me.He then leaned in and started kissing me as his cock moved in and out of me.“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I screamed as I came all over his hard dick.He then started fucking me harder and harder until I came again.He continued fucking me for a few more minutes in that position before we changed it up. He laid on the bed and I sat on his cock. He grabbed my ass and moved me. My hands were on the back of the seat behind her head, ensuring zero contact. Sometime during the conversation, things went quieter and she leaned her head back on to my arm.“Fuck I so wish this had happened in college.” She said turning towards me, looking up at my eyes.“Me too.” I looked into hers.We held that moment, for fuck knows how long. Just inching closer and closer. Each unwilling to make the move, but wanting it desperately at the same time.Suddenly and almost at the same time,. I got off the chair and dropped to my knees. It was better because he was short. But very large. Continuing to hold my head, he fucked my mouth, slowly pushing me backward. He was taking slow, deep strokes, all the way in and then back til just the head was in my mouth, pushing me back till I was against the wall of the stall. He asked for the bottle again and took another huge hit up each nostril. And held my head in place while he slowly pumped and pumped. His balls were huge and hard. He.