You still need to drive home but it's a warm night, you don't want swamp crotch." I went into the bathroom and did as I was told too drunk to really d... anything but obey. I came back out sat down on the couch and began watching TV with him. He offered me a beer which I excepted and when I sat down on his couch to watch TV he ambushed me like a tiger. "Let me see that." He said, pointing to my crotch and getting down on his knees next to the couch, "what I asked, as if I were missing something.". He takes my legs, hikes them up onto his shoulders the proceeds to Pound the Shit our of my Soaking Wet Hole, already I can feel my orgasm coming on as he slams hard into me I can see the younger guy watching his Dick starting to harden. See told you this Fucking White Slut can really take it, he continues Pounding me I feel my Tits flapping with each Stroke he reaches down to starts tweaking my Nipples which sends me off on a major Orgasm, I'm now Shaking Bucking Screaming he wraps his arms. Her eyes shut and her chest heaving in and out with her breathing, still gripping my leg.“I better get going, I’ve got washing to hang out” Jane saidJane left rather in a hurry. About half an hour past before she came back out with the washing. I was working on the edge next to the patio when she put the basket down. As she bent down her skirt rode up giving me a flash of the back of her legs nearly up to her bum. Jane started to hang the washing on the jenny spinner, there seemed to be a lot. His right leg healed but was never right again. He was unable to ride for more than a mile or so with the leg, and had a very bad limp. The leg was always stiff and bothered him a lot when the weather changed. Patrick turned the title, and running of his county over to Robert, who had been assuming more responsibilities for it every year. Patrick and Celia moved to a nice one story house behind the manor so he could more easily get around with his bad leg.At the time he assumed the title,.