”I did as she said, jerking forward and pushing as hard as l could, my tummy banging against her bottom.“Mmmmmm, that’s so good,” she said, �...you have a beautiful cock David.”“Is it better than Dad’s.”Mum laughed. “He’s useless,” she replied, “he’s never been able to fuck me properly, god knows how he ever managed to give me two children.”“Do you ever fuck anyone else?” I asked.“Too many questions David, just fuck me,” she replied, “pull back then ram it back in me, do it hard, you won’t hurt me. He put a chair on the hearth. “Come, sit.”“Ask the kitchen what they can send up for a gentlewoman who has taken a chill.” he told the maid.Soon, a footman came up with two soup plates, the proper utensils, and a tureen of soup. “Cook said warm soup is good for the chills,” he said. “She had begun this when she heard.”“Are the clothes washed?” George asked.“She is starting on the cloak. The rest are sopping, milord.”The footman served up the soup, poured the wine, and left them alone. George. Her slit started a couple of centimeters below the downy hill and continued on down between her thighs. From what I could see, it could have ended where her two ass-cheeks bulged out, but on the other hand, it could just as easily continue all the way around, connecting with her asshole."I have to touch you," I stammered."Why?" she looked up at me, a little frightened."I wont hurt you. But it seems as though you've bled from... from inside the-the..." OH, OK."Carefully I reached out and lay my. ”I could tell I hit a home run when she lunged toward me but her body guard stopped her. She swore, “Bill, let me go so I can teach this old fart a lesson.”Her body guard whispers in her ear, she begins to calm until I throw gasoline on the lie, “That’s right, me and many men knew your grandmother. Hell she needed a sign over her bed that said, ‘millions served’.”This time she broke free and began to attack me. She fought well, but didn’t fight dirty. I feigned an injury, she pressed the attack.