When he had first joined them, he had been sporting a thin moustache and a thin, scraggly beard that the other men gave him grief about. He’d always...worn a very sad floppy hat over his face and a ratty-old cloak. He’d been quiet, but Victor seemed to like him, so they hired him when Hardy recommended him.Before they left the last town, the other constables had convinced him to shave and get a haircut. They had even presented him with a new hat and a good quality riding cloak. Vincent hadn’t. My pussy started overflowing, a new hand was about to play with my tits. His magic hands started playing with my tits, I was enjoying the entire playing way. He cupped my breasts to his desire. I started kissing him. He made me to sit on the sofa and lied on my lap after removing my pallu. Again his hands started playing with my tits while I was kissing his cheeks. He started removing the buttons of my blouse and made my boobs free. As he lied on my lap he started sucking the boobs over my bra.. At 21 years of age I probably looked foolish peddling up to the doorway of her posh home dressed in a coat and tie on my bicycle, but it was my only means of transportation.The woman who answered the door was obviously the same one I had spoken to on the telephone, but she certainly didn't look like what I had expected from her voice. "Come in, you must be Edward, I am Mary Tatum."I guessed her to be in her late 30s to early 40s, tall and slender, quite attractive with a huge mane of black hair. Thick and long, at least 9 inches, and throbbing with need. I notice a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I lean forward and lick it from the tip of your cock. You taste delicious, slightly salty and all male. A soft moan escapes my lips at the taste and I see your fists clench in response. I take a long slow lick from the base of your cock, all the way up to the bulbous head. You adjust yourself slightly in your seat. I wonder if you have fantasised about this moment as much as I have. I.