The girl was a handsome wench in her own way but somewhat a flirt and was well known in the village. The man quietly got up a bulge in his breeches te...ling Arthur that the man had enjoyed himself immensely. The door opened and closed quietly and some minutes or was it seconds later re-opened emitting the buxom serving wench he had requested. He raised her skirt and pulled down her bloomers, opening her buttocks and pushing forwards all the time watching his son pound his new bride’s virginal. I put a renewed effort on her clit, teasing my tongue around it and sucking directly, and running one finger in and out of her pussy hole. She let out an extended, high pitch “Oh god” and tensed up, then relaxed with a deep sigh.I’d never heard anything like that from her when she rubbed herself. Either she was suddenly an expert at faking, or she’d really had an orgasm. I kissed her pussy, and then, slowly rising, let that be the first in a trail of kissed up her mound, belly, to one of her. E kept ourselves busy in the next few days, and on Wednesday evening we helped each other to masturbate. It was early in the afternoon on Thursday when my phone beeped with a message.'You two lovebirds are both ok'I wondered if that diagnosis was something that AMA would agree with, but then my phone beeped again.'How soon can you get home? I wavered. "Er..."At this point Wendy, who had been listening with interest to my end of the conversation, hissed to me, "Go on! Do it!"I put my hand over the receiver. "You don't even know what she's suggesting," I pointed out."I don't need to," she replied. "Whatever it is, I can see you want to do it, so do it!"I spoke into the phone again. "All right, Gina, it's a deal. Expect me at twelve-fifteen." Right you are, hun. I'll make sure I line up a good 'un." She made the girl sound like a.