The blacksmith’s daughter, Margaret, sought me out as I hobbled home, asking me to tell her all about the hunting trip. Margaret and I had played to...ether constantly as children and were still best friends. I skipped over the part of the story where I passed out and was brought back on a pallet, and she ooohed and aaahed at the rest of my story, insisting on seeing my injury. Once she saw it, she had me wait, sitting in the shade of a chestnut tree while she ran home to get herbs to treat the. From down below I could hear aunty moan in ecstasy she started to make cooing noises from her throat and said…” Oh…Munna….lick me hard and lick me all over my itching cunt…lick me deep inside…”. I was so aroused that I almost came hearing her saying these things. I dived into her pussy with all I had…I sucked hard on her clit and held it in my mouth for a few seconds and then released it…I inserted two fingers with force into her cunt and began to twist them deep deep down inside and finger. The massage table took focus, and I offered a massage which the Amazon accepted, stripping naked and jumping on face first. The old flapper left us to it, finishing her packing and bringing it out to the car. She rejoined us and took the Amazon's place on the table. The Amazon teased my erection, inevitable when I massage. I warned her sex wasn't aloud in the spa. "With that picture there?" she asked.The flapper giggled. "The guest room outside the spa is the most used next to the master. ”Steph smiled at him and put her hand on his shoulder, “It’s fine. It’s not like I’m fragile or anything like that. Thanks for the ride again Art.” She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek as her way of saying thank you. “Until the next time,” he said to her. She smiled, “Next time show me what you can really do with the car.”He laughed at her, “I’ll try to remember that.” With that he closed the car door for her, jumped back into the driver’s seat and drove off. She sighed as she watched him.