It was easy to talk to him, she felt like she had known him for ages. They talked about their studies and research and the different sights to see in ...he area. She talked about how excited she was that the property had its own castle ruins and he told he a little bit about the history of the place and the family that owned it. It was fun and relaxing. As they finished their meal, he suggested the take advantage of the fire place while they had dessert. They settled into the fire place. She. Well back to the story I was going tell about her,I had gone for a night out but got back in early around 4 in the morning with the spare keys and mommy dint realize that I was back home. I just changed into shorts and tees and sat back listening songs; it was around 6 and I knew the milk man would come so just casually got out to let mommy know that I’m home and that’s when I got the shocker. The milk guy was mauling her boobs over her sleeveless gown; I just rubbed my eyes hard to make sure. She aimed his cock. They both groaned.“You are wet as fuck,” he smirked.“Yeah, since we first left The Hall,” she panted. “Fuck me.”He was a man who could follow instructions. She grabbed his right hand and they laced their fingers. Eye to eye, he thrusted and she heeled kicked the bed to meet him.“Oh, sugah...” Her accent became more pronounced as their bodies moved. She struggled with her right hand, yanking her tank top up and over her tits. She breathed hard. Her body shook and her breasts. Then she pulled completely off gasping for air, but not for long, because after just a few seconds of big heavy breathing, she then stood up, and with a lustful grin on her face, she slowly began undoing her short jean shorts, and I watched her pull the little zip down, and then placing her hands on the waist belt she pushed them down her legs.Her little jean shorts dropped straight down her slim white legs and onto the decking, and then I stared at her fuzzy red haired pussy."What do you.