They were not well off and lived near Mr Turner and Bill Purdey in the terraced cottages. George had worked at Manor Farm but was now riddled with art...ritis and retired. Hilda added a bit to their income by doing a couple of cleaning jobs in the village. However she was also the de facto mistress of the village hall and had a finger in most village pies. Her pride and joy though was the village fete which was held annually on the last Saturday of August.On the last Sunday in July she was. . maybe its like fucking a tight pussy.But I was wrong.We went into her bedroom and she pulled out the KY Jelly.She lubed up 1 of her fingers and began rubbing around her tight little rose bud.I watched her asshole pucker like a set of lips.Then I watched her finger go in and out of her ass slowly and gradually picked of speed.The she added a finger and did the same process.She slowly removed her fingers and her hole was wide open.She relubed 3 fingers this time and inserted them one at a time. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. My mind was swimming, and I felt lightheaded. I barely registered his movement before he was positioned between my thighs. Oh, you make Daddy so very happy, Baby Girl. Daddy loves you so much. Before I had time to tense up, he had thrust into me to the hilt. He cock was a monster, and it knocked the damn wind out of me. He gave me only seconds to adjust, before he began slowly sliding it out until only the head remained, and then. Done this before?" he asked, morbidly curious."Lots of times," she said. "Don't worry. It isn't nearly as messy as you think." How can it possibly not be messy?" he asked."Bob, my whole period only produces a few teaspoons of blood," she said. "It's not like there will be arterial bleeding." But... " He shuddered."I understand your reluctance," she said, patiently. "Just take a shower with me. My nipples are extra sensitive during my period. And you're very good at sucking them. I can probably.