I told Chris to relax and not to cry out if he didn't want no one else to know what we were doing. I placed my dick head against his tight little rose...ud and felt him quivering, I whispered to him relax and take a deep breath. As he did so I pushed my dick head into his asshole, Chris whined and I cautioned him don't make a sound. Chris quieted down and I slid my dick back and pushed some more of it into his opening asshole. Chris' asshole was so tight that I could barely maintain myself, Chris. Propped up on one elbow, I could see her fingers massaging her wet lips and then every now and then a finger would slowly slid into her juisy hole. I needn't have been there, this was all for the stranger. By now the face had a body and an erect prick pointing at us. His hand was in a steady rythem along the stem. Brenda watched him, a look of lust in her eyes. She licked her lips. I couldn't believe this, our sex life had always been "normal", just the two of us, and here was my hussy of a. "Noah, you aren't paying attention. Martha is totally devoted to you. After what she put you through with Caleb and the pregnancy scare, your loving, gentle, spirit has her drooling for you all day, every day. It wouldn't surprise me if she doesn't go back to the hamlet and try to find you two new wives to replace Mary and Marian."You have to face the truth, Noah. The two of us love you to pieces, and if you don't give us babies, we will still love you to the day we die..."Mary and Marian were. The eldest son, who I shall call “D”, was about 18 months older than I was. Living in the country we went to boarding school from an early age. The neighbour’s boys went to a different school to me so we only saw each other on school holidays. D would always come over to play and if the weather was bad we would end up finding shelter in the barn. We would go up the ladder into the hay loft to hide out and get up to boy mischief. D and I would lie in the warm hay and tell stories of our.