. not quite eleven. Do you want to ride some more, or take a wander round the village and get some coffee?”“Coffee!” she exclaimed, positively. ...��I’ve heard about Ashford, though I’ve never been here. It’s an interesting place.”“It is,” I agreed. “Let’s just park Oscar, and choose a tea-room.”Ashford has two pubs, though one is more of a hotel and restaurant; a village shop, an ancient church, and several tea-rooms. It sits next to the river Wye, where, traditionally, sheep have been driven. It's about Tom Carmichael." Ah ... that would be John Shepherd, I think. Just a moment."After a longish pause, she heard, "John Shepherd..." Mr. Shepherd. I'm Amy Conway. We met on board Emily Jane and you gave me a lift home. I wanted to ask you something about young Tom Carmichael..."There was another pause, a long one. "You realise I can't discuss Tom's personal situation, Mrs. Conway?" Would you call me Amy? I don't want to ask anything sensitive. It's just ... we had quite a chat before. Danny looked at me longingly and I made the slightest shake of my head to tell her no. She pouted a second and while still pouting I felt her grab my cock through my pajamas. A slight smile replaced the pout as my shocked expression quickly went away. Danny reached down and tried freeing my dick from my pajamas. I reached down and helped by pulling both waistbands below my balls. Danny grasped my dick and squeezed. I coughed covering the gasp trying to escape my lips. She started a slow. Cum was running down my breasts, clinging to my erect nipples and dripping slowly off onto the bed."Happy birthday Sweetie" I grinned.As I straddled my hubby's chest and leaned forward I thought I saw the briefest moment of hesitation in his eyes. Ignoring what I may have seen, I pressed my cum covered boobs right into Tommy's face.He immediately began lapping and sucking at my tits like he was a teenager with his first girlfriend. I couldn't believe how vigorous he was. I tried to tease him.