Others who, with a less hot blooded yearning, were content with their chosen husbands would remain chaste until their men came home. A third choice ma...e was by women whose soul was hued with both the deep color of passion and the light of fidelity. They would, remaining true to their vows, find their needed sensualism with members of their own gentle sex. The noble beauty Madame Stephanie de Monteros was of this third persuasion. Stephanie had been betrothed, and soon after married to Lord Hugh. She wrapped her legs around me and I felt one hand position my cock before I lowered her. As she slide down my cock and was impaled she began to spasm and convulse, "aaaahhhh!"Her extremely tight pussy grabbed my cock deep inside her. It rippled as it squeezed from the opening to her pussy all the way to her womb like it was trying milk my cock. She jerked and twisted and struggled as I held her and enjoyed her pussy. I looked around beyond the camp before I knelt and then turned to lay on. She hit her pillow with them and then had me try them out too.I asked about her screaming and she replied, “Oh God yes, I want to scream and I want to cry too. I don’t want to be able to sit down for a week afterwards either.”I asked, “Won’t the neighbors hear?”Mom smiled and pulled a ball gag out of her suitcase and said, “Not if I’m wearing this.”I asked, “How will I know when to stop?”Mom smiled and said, “Your arm will be tired.”I asked one last question, “When I’m done can I fuck your. Her pathetic little sissy bitch husband was actually encouraging him in a falsetto voice. Mrs West watched as the big brown cock penetrated the depths of her husbands bowels. Took a photo with her cell phone and emailed it to Tommy as instructed. She pulled her skirt down and walked out. "I don't fuck gay men." Outside the church sat Tommy waiting. Mrs West walked passed and he got up and followed her to the carpark. She looked sexy, vibrant, horny. When she reached her car she stood waiting..