I took my flashlight and checked out my work. All was clean. This accomplished, I undressed, placed my clothes on the far end of the feed trough, and ...ent back to stroking her neck.Feeling especially emboldened that night, I decided to plug in the work light that I carried to light up the stall to see what I was doing. It meant taking a huge risk, but I figured it was late enough and the stall she was in was on the near side of the barn, which meant it was completely hidden from the main. Note: Name has been changed in the story.Name: MariseAge: 57Height: ~175cmWeight: 48kgBreast: A cupHair: BrownEyes: BrownI've first met Marise a few weeks after starting my new job. She was introduced to me as an admin staff that will be handling all the paper work in the office. Marise was a rather mature lady but has a certain lively feeling about her. Her crinkly brown hair runs down to her shoulder. Her soft aged skin was slightly tanned with freckles on them. She was a tall and slim lady,. I began thrusting faster while my thumbs pressed harder into her nipples. Breaking the kiss to let myself pant from both exertion and pleasure, I again looked down between my again lifted torso and saw her finger her clit. “Go for it,” she repeated, lifting her legs up to frame her torso. So I went faster still, banging against her pelvis while my balls bounced against her butt cheeks.When I came, I kept fucking her. Hard and fast. And she continued meeting the rapid thrusts with hers in near. "A pleasure," was all Mr. Darcie said. He looked as if he’d been born with his minister’s collar around his neck."We've got your room all ready," Mrs. Darcie said as they ambled up the creaking staircase, Charles carrying all the bags at once. "And you're in time for dinner. Nothing puts meat on your bones like genuine home cooking." Darn tootin', ma'am," Charles said. He was having trouble getting all the bags up the narrow stairs. Blank-eyed cupids decorated the banisters, and for some reason.