It was a lovely cottage, a bit run down but sound and it was all mine. The split after the divorce left me with just enough to buy it outright. Sure I...could have bought a nice flat in town but this place, although very old it had potential; no hot water or bathroom, but potential, I smiled. First things first, fix those loose boards by the front door, hundreds of years of use had made them a bit loose.The first weekend I found my old tools and lifted the three oak boards by the front door.. Then she did something that I thought I would never let anyone other than my husband do she started to suck on my right nipple as she pulled my shorts down far enough for them to drop to the floor on their own, she then started to play with my clit and said you really must be enjoying this because you are soaking wet. Did I mention that we are still standing at the door which open, no I didn't think so. Well I finally come out of my kind of shocked stupor and closed the door. She catches me by. " "I don't drink Vodka but a glass of Orange would be good." "Oh I will have to mix some up in the kitchen, please chat among yourselves." So Angie you must feel too hot in those winter weight top & skirt, why don't you take them off. After all we are girls together here - nothing we haven't seen before - right?" "I suppose so." "Ok so you don't feel embarissed we will shed with you. Would that help?" "I wouldn't feel so bad if you all joined me." "Or how about we help each other?" They agreed. Then she raised up and moved backwards and dropped onto me.“Oh! That is stiff! And deep within me. Now it is all mine…”It was the roughest, most vigorous sex I’ve ever had. Once settled on me, with my cock fully in her, she gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into them and rode me. Hard. Fast, soon slamming down on me. Her hair arced around her head. Her face fixed, almost looking in pain. She was tight, hot and very wet. And I was going to cum within seconds.“Fuck! FUCK, god,” she screamed.