I simply had witnessed enough of my parents’ joy in marriage to realize that the more proper congress of a man and a woman seemed to hold the greate... pleasures I desired. This is not to say that I avoided such intercourse. In actuality, I was deflowered not by a man, but by another woman, losing my maidenhead to the intrusion of the handle of a large and substantial hairbrush. Most of us had such inanimate assistants for times of need.Mrs. Pembleton seemed not to notice the occasional couplings. " It all started back in the mid-1800s when Andrew Jackson Harmon and George Washington Morris got together and built a bakery here in Ridgemont. Andrew's son John married George's daughter Theresa. Andrew also had a daughter, and she married Ethan Bishop, the son of the local preacher. Ethan came to work in the bakery and he and John Harmon took over when the two founders retired."The problems started when Ethan's son Andrew tried to woo John's daughter Theresa. They were first cousins and. I badly needed to be punished and taught my lesson. I kinda dig that you took over, kicked ass, took names, and tossed me out on my pampered derriere! Your coup was the best thing that could have ever happened to this motherfucking town ... and to me!” Simone confessed, pushing back her sandy bangs from her face.The ex-mayor then bent over, dropped her panties, and hiked up her dress for Max’s prick to invade her.“So, you were a crummy politician ... and you enjoyed getting thrown out of office. As she was becoming more aroused she told me that she had a little fantasy that she would like to fulfil. I was more than a little curious and asked her more. I was in her favourite position licking her wet swollen pussy when she told me.She asked would I mind if she had a little game with the waiters at the taverna that we had visited earlier. She had a very loud orgasm as I pleasured her with my tongue. She was then gagging for me to slide my cock between her legs.This was when she told me.