‘Okay, what’s the gag? Is this a joke?’ ‘It’s no joke Paul. I’ll let you fuck me.’ ‘If? You said you needed a favor. Is that the catch...’ ‘I need you to allow me access to the top floor where Devkumar is staying.’ ‘Gees, Dawn, ask me anything else. As much as I would love to be with you, I can’t. I’ll get fired.’ ‘No one will know that it was you who allowed me up there.’ ‘It doesn’t matter Dawn,’ he said as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants. ‘It’s my responsibility,’ he said as his pants. "Aaaaaaaaaah" she cried. "Mmm, there's nothing like fucking a bride" he admitted. "Ooooh" she moaned, now in a subdued and accepting voice. He backed off, withdrawing his cock, then plunged all the wayback in. "Ooooooh". Then all the way out and back in again, slowlypicking up speed as he sawed into her pussy. With each rhythmic thrust,his desk thumped against the wall and she moaned loudly every time hisballs slapped against her bottom. "What am I doing Debbie" he asked. "Come on. What am I. I would have to arrange a full taste test, I decided, like we did with the wine when the season was ripe. We grew some grapes, not a lot, against the sunny walled garden. It was enough for the family, but now we needed to acquire more, or mead, or beer. Actually, I didn’t mind water either, and, unlike the local village, our water supply was separate from out sewage outlet.I mounted her and found entry easy, her virginal hymen was not as all-protecting as it might be. Here was an education. I. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pair of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself and for a mother of an eighteen year old son.I still looked good and I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week. I heard the car horn and I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat.I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down.