When Paul came home that afternoon, he found me – red-faced, with puffy eyes — sitting on the windowsill. “Geez, Em. You look like hell.” “...-I can’t help it. I miss my Grandma Pearl.” Paul tossed his briefcase and sport coat to the chair and rushed over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me tight against him, and let me whimper against his neck. “Shh! Em. It’s going to be okay.” “It’s the tree in the backyard.” “Our tree? The maple?” he asked. “We’ll cut it down.” “No,” I said,. I would rise about nine in the morning and make my ablutions and have breakfast. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword. I could feel him opening my vagina with his thick head, as he penetrated me deeper and harder.He was really huge; something I had not noticed when he had fucked me before in the dark alley, being stand up against that wall. As he moved inside me, my legs were drawn back until my knees were almost at my shoulders and my heels were nudging his buttocks, making him going inside me with more urgency.He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further. My entire cunt was filled with cock and. "Who's there?" began Jay"It's me." began Jim"We're down by the shore." called JayJim came down and sat next to Mike. Our conversation remained harmless for a few minutes before Mike renewed his interest in separating me and my clothes."You should have seen it Jim. Paula stripped for us earlier." bragged Mike"Really?" he questioned, looking at me for confirmation."I think so." I answered"So are you gonna strip again?" asked Jim."I don't know." Take it off, we've already seen you naked." Mike.