Like Tom Conti playing a Greek waiter or something in Shirley Valentine, telling Shirley, “I won’t try to make fock with you”. You couldn’t us... that word, even to deny your intentions, with a nice, respectable, English-speaking woman.I had discussed with Candy her accent, which to my British ears had a southern twang, even though she was from Maryland, and she seemed to enjoy my clumsy attempts at sounding like her.“Say, pretty lady,” I began. She did a sort of prostrate shuffle and looked over. Carl was looking deep into my open legs, moving his fingers around slowly and firmly, applying pressure, working his digits into that tight, warm hole. He inserted them. He thrust them deep into my pussy and kept the pressure firm. He looked up at me, holding his fingers inside me and pushed further still. I gasped. He pulled back a little and then thrust them in deep again, fingering my pussy with his dirty, thick fingers, opening me up and preparing me. He rocked them in and out, back and. He was going to his duty from 8 am and returning after 6 pmThere he used to fuck the female workers in seriatim irrespective of their age and they were also insisting him for the fuck. So he was not in a mood to fuck in his wife but as every husband fuck his wife so he was fucking his wife daily three times and satisfying her as far as he can but his wife was different.She was never satisfied with her husband and was fucking with other man all the day as she was getting ample time for fucking. She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure.The next thing Anne knew was feeling warm breath on her cheek and a girl’s voice saying, “Are you enjoying my brother? He’s good, isn’t he?”She opened her eyes. It was Emily, his sister.Emily kissed her, and for the first time Anne felt a female tongue in her mouth. Then the girl broke the kiss and kissed her way down Anne’s body until she game to the fourteen-year-old’s breast, which she started to suckle. Anne moaned. She didn’t know what was.