He stood up then, dragging Richie's limp sobbing quivering body up withhim, thrusting him over the big oak kitchen table. He breathed deeplyrelaxing h...mself, he was used to being patient and he knew fromexperience that the next half an hour would be critical to the plan hewas hatching in his mind.Elwyn Hughes was a bachelor, he had been born and bred on this farm, hismother and father first cousins had had him at a late age, his father anignorant bullying man. He had left school at the age of. Then she turned to her mom. Thanks for waiting, Mom, she thanked her again.“No problem, Sweetie, Mom answered, lovingly.Admittedly, Mom (whose name was Julie) eventually had ended up with a couple of dozen cocks in her mouth too, besides mine, once the excitement of seeing her daughter’s mouth porked by so many had died down a bit and I had assured her that I had several thousand pictures of Angie in action. When Julie blew me, it helped me to see where Angie had gotten some of her natural. I was in no doubt it would be made up at a later date if we continued to see each other. I slid from underneath her curvaceous frame and decided to make a move downstairs for a coffee. I retraced my steps down the large oak, winding staircase. In the heat of the moment last evening I had no time in which to admire the decadence and finish of this palace, it really was a stunning house. After opening a couple of doors I found my way through to large kitchen, beautifully modern and light with. I felt his hand withdraw for a moment from between my legs, up onto my lower belly. He circled a couple of times, then he pushed his hand back down again, fingers hard against my skin. There was a momentary pause as his fingers encountered my underwear, and then with firm pressure, his fingers dipped down to slip underneath. His hand carried on down, under my underwear, now in direct contact with my body. Deep in my mind something was screaming out that this was very wrong. But I was completely.