Douglas! I'll come back when I can, "I'm back" to Mrs. Douglas," Eb Dawson said. "You can do it back here: She's in the barn!!" "Uh, oh..." Eb said, h...ading (from the sound of his voice) back towards the barn. "I hope Mrs. Douglas doesn't have hay fever!" "She doesn't. She's never been bothered by ordinary allergies. She gets a rash, if she has to drink domestic wine; and she can tell which end of the Caspian Sea her caviar was caught on." "It doesn't matter!" Eb told him, coming into view,. Then she pulled her legs up as if to set Indian fashion. This caused the thin cotton crotch of her white panties to pull tight against her smooth shaved pussy lips. I couldn't help but notice they where parted enough that she had a slight camel toe. I said your pussy must be relaxed , you have a toe showing. She was holding her drink in her left hand so she took her right index finger and ran it right up between the lips , this forced the panties all the way into her female slit. All the time. I entered her fully in 3 to 4 pauses not knowing how much of me she could take. By the third pause, her moaning had turned into gasping. She was now uncontrollably pulling at the sheets underneath her. Her fingers in an animalistic claw turned me more. I started pulling out and moving in again. A little bit faster every time I pushed in and pulled out. She reached for my butt cheeks and in a silent gesture wanted me to fuck her harder. I obliged as my balls started bouncing against her butt. Well, there I am, stretched out in a chair in front of the fire, single barrel malt in hand, when he tells me that he has a bit of a problem that I might be able to help him with. Ha - that's something new! It seems he has a business interest that is coming to fruition, but the agency handling the publicity is just not coming up with the goods. They're fairly local he tells me, having kept it that way so that he could keep an eye on it."Change them," I say."Too late now," he replies, "they've.