Both Cherry and Berry were naturally lazy and would have only opened their eyes, given their druthers, just in time for lunch.I’d learned that lesso... on morning one. I’d gone to bed and I’d left them with a promise that they’d make up the couch and floor beds I’d organized for them to sleep on. You might have thought I’d let them share my bed – you’d be totally wrong. I sprawl and I wasn’t about to allow anyone to limit my sprawling in my own bed. So on that first morning I’d come out of my. But I couldn’t move - didn’t want to move. And then his hand, hot, smooth and strong, touched my thigh and made my skin tingle. “Don’t!” My protest was feeble at best, and he took no heed. “What would you do,” he asked me, and I had a hard time concentrating on his words, “if the next wonderful meal was just a gesture of your hands away, if you could clean up around you with a snip of your fingers, if you could build whatever you need from just your imagination and if any book ever written. " I slowly stroked her pussy concentrating on her clit and feeling the heat and moisture build up. She reached over and wrapped her arms around mine and hugged me tight. Working my finger lower in her slit I found her vagina and probed my finger inside causing her to gasp and moan again. Stroking in and out I gradually brought her higher and higher in arousal until she stiffened letting out a whoosh of air and a long deep moan. I carried her through her orgasm finally letting her slowly. He froze, terrified. He turned his face and saw a girl. A peasant.She was about 20 years old. She was stuck with amazement and fear. A naked man, middle aged, completely naked right in the meadow where she loved to walk and lie. Where, like George, she loved to lie down and see the clouds. She wanted to escape. She had to escape. Indeed, she had to scream and flee, to run home and report that a depraved mature nude man with no shame was sat naked in the meadow. That pig with his skin, darkened.