I felt Matt inserting his tongue in my wet cunt, giving me a startle. He held my buttocks down and smothered himself under my poor swollen pussy. Soon...his face was flooded with my juices…As I was still enjoying his thick cock in my hungry mouth; I felt his naughty finger rubbing and circling around my very tight asshole. Then Matt told me he wanted to feel my sweet ass; but it looked very tight. Judging from the size, it looked as I had not had any cock in it. I smiled to myself and lied;. I had my eyes transfixed on a 40 to 45 year old, she had jet black hair, and it flowed just beyond her shoulders. The fact it was obviously dyed only made it shine more and highlight her pale skin tone, she looked youthful for her age and it matched her petite figure. Her clothes gave away her age. She wore shirts and pastel colours from the mums’ range, but they looked expensive. I wanted to tell her I lusted after her. I wanted her to imagine the packed train and me choosing her. I wanted her. I slid slowly into her warm wet pussy. Watching her eyes roll into the back of her head and her face getting flush, I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was.Once I was completely inside of her, I slowly started to pump back and forth, only pulling out a couple of inches. I still wanted to make sure she was ready for the pounding I could tell she wanted.Her light purring turned into heavy moaning and dirty talk. Looking down, I saw how her cum had become frothy on my cock and her pussy lips,. I do not need two cooks. Nor two maids or kitchen helpers. What shall we do?" I'd like to stay and be your maid," said Miranda. "Your momma had her own maid, didn't she?"Anne nodded. "She did, but things were different then, trade was good, and I do not think I can afford it now. Is there anyone in the area you'd like to work for, either of you?"The older woman nodded and smiled. "There's a blacksmith on the Riley farm, good fellow, he and I, well, we knows each other. I don' think they's got a.