He got up, pulled her out of the swivel chair, sat in it himself, had her crawl between his legs and put his cock in her mouth. Then he got her body a...l lined up, with her back straight, so that her throat was properly positioned to swallow all of his meat. He was a tall man, over 66, and had very long arms. As she started warming to the task of gorging herself with his jumbo cock, he leaned forward and ran a hand over her ass, then up under her bikini panties until he had located her anus. He. " I'll do what I can. My hands ain't in the best a'shape." I went to the large woodpile and set to work. She had a maul, a good wedge, an oak block to cut on, a grindstone and a couple old axes. I found that the bigger one with the broad head was more my size, sharpened it and starting splitting. It was good wood, oak and fruitwood mostly, some apple and such, all hardwood anyhow. It did not take me long to work up a sweat. Shortly after I began the woman appeared with a lantern and began. She had stalled, using every excuse she could invent to hold off from leaving, hoping that perhaps he might invite her to stay the night. After all, she would be living there soon anyway, right? Why not start immediately? Milena chuckled, knowing all too well it wasn’t really fair to send her sister home to finish all the packing alone, but maybe they could have explored their newly developing relationship a little deeper… or perhaps a lot deeper… if she had stayed. After that sensual episode. The rain glued the willow branches to the glass and dragged them from left to right, like a mop. My eyes moved frantically from one point to another, trying to make some visual sense out of not much. I looked up and down, squinted.Perhaps I hallucinated? At this moment, this expression of a visual disturbance I would have been happy about. I would identify the cause later.Reassured by this thought, I once again looked into the night. The rain weighed the leaves, they slid down as if tired of.