Of course, in the summertime, there's the added attraction of all the nubile young ladies! There's the horsey ones, in tight jodhpurs, young mums in t...ght jeans, and don't forget the teens, in skimpy shorts, or short skirts, all of them wearing tops that range from frumpy to skimpy. Before you say it I happily admit I'm a dirty old man, after all, I've been in training for more than sixty years. I get immense enjoyment from watching the ladies, but I'm harmless. Even if I felt inclined to make. Ilynia studiedthe other three to try and figure out if they felt the same thrill attheir undercover mission as she. Kattya seemed to love being the brash,fresh-talking goblin, even making passes at the other three that Lenerawould never have dared. Vhorga seemed to have quickly adapted to beinga much more gregarious kind of rogue, joking and laughing with theothers. And Zandihla seemed to have fully embraced being the tough-nosed leader, even telling the others harshly to stop fooling aroundand. I suppose I feel the same way about wood. We were treated to a fine supper of cold mutton and bread. The tapster had a particularly fine ale, golden brown in colour, and I’m afraid I succumbed and had a second and then a third tankard. So when the time came for the widow to tell her tale I was already feeling more contented than I could remember for many a long month, sitting with a fourth foaming tankard in my hand, and sweet Alice by my side. ooOoo The Widow’s Story Though you may find it. After cleaning up a bit, I began to get dressed. Jenny went into her bedroom and put on a short silk bathrobe that barely covered her ass. We walked into the kitchen where Jenny made us lunch. Jenny was right about one thing. I certainly worked up an appetite. I couldn't keep my eyes away from Jenny's shapely legs and ass. As she was preparing lunch, I was quickly recovering and thinking about that delicious pussy between Jenny's legs. As we ate our lunch Jenny had her legs crossed showing her.