The last time I remember looking at the clock it was after five in the morning. By then we knew a great deal about each other. It was all good.After t...e mid-morning fuck Jim went to prepare brunch. I headed for a freshen up in the shower with; “There's a gown on the back of the door if you feel the need.” from Jim as he headed for the kitchen. Lots of head there but then we'd enjoyed lots of head so that's OK.I didn't feel the need and fifteen minutes later I followed the wonderful smell of. I lay there feeling Joshua’s cock still as hard as steel buried in my butt hole his balls laying against my sopping wet pussy. It throbbed and dribbled the last drops of his hot sperm into my cum filled bowels. Joshua leaned down and kissed the back of my neck and started slowly moving his cock in grinding circles into my ass.I smiled and squeezed his cock with my butt hole. Moaning into my pillow. I pushed back and rolled over. Josh got over me and started to guide his sperm coated cock into. It has ancient radiators that rattle as they try to heat its big hallways and high-ceilinged rooms. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as well.And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages. The Honourable Sandra Harries was not enjoying acting as a comfort woman for Brigadier Röttgen. His requirements were broadly similar to those of the Colonel, a naked female to fuck and sodomise, with interludes of fellatio. Unfortunately for both of then, Sandra was fastidious and while allowing herself to be penetrated vaginally and anally without making any protest, she objected bitterly to a prick being put in her mouth. She had allowed it during the inspection before dinner out of sheer.