” I said and turned to leave. “Will you escort Mrs Wilson out George?” I said to the Butler in the Hall. I was angry but knew this had to be d...alt with. That night in my study I went through the papers relating to the Farm tenancy agreements. One of the Farms was rented to a Mr. Thomas Flynn. He lived with his wife Mary and five sons, the eldest was called Niall! I wondered if that was whom I had met in the lane earlier. I went up to my room and undressed thinking of him. I put on a long. I then told Mary that she would now have to suck her Dad off. He didn’t want her too, but as she took him in her mouth, he got hard anyway. As she knelt over him I tore her bloomers off, and then her bodice and penetrated her pussy from behind. It caused her to clamp her teeth down on her Dad in pain, and he howled from the pain as well. I fucked her with her head in her Daddy’s lap until I came. I then dragged them over to chairs and draped them over them so their asses were sticking in. She was completely shaven and very, very wet. I inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy. She opened her legs wider, lying on her back, knees bent. I finger fucked the shit out of her. She was thrusting her hips up to meet my fingers, crying out “more, more!” as I continued to finger fuck her. Soon I had three, then four fingers inside her. I felt her clamp over my fingers and she shook wildly, her orgasm so intense that she shook all over. The bed shook, and she yelled out, “fuck. The Empire State Building on the island of Manhattan shined in the September sun like a gigantic compass in the distance. Heading east, with the sun baking the part down the middle of her box-braided head, the woman stumbled upon a lunchtime exhibition of young girls dancing their sprightly rendition of ‘Riverdance’ in the shadow of The New York Public Library. She kept turning her head obsessively to watch the display, as if her eyes were unable to resist drinking in a scene that resembled one.