Rodney Wilberton, had built a new and roomy regency style manor house which had served as living quarters for his family. The old Abbey building had f...llen into disuse and only the sturdy stone walls had saved it from dilapidation.Jim and Rose had visited the property repeatedly over the winter and they had found the manor house to their liking. Through Lambert & Norton they were preparing to bid for it. After Wilberton's death, Thornfield Abbey had been on the market for two years already and. He stopped, her stomach now flatter but still filled with sperm, and returned his hands to her hips. He sank his now trembling and teased cock back into her until he felt the tip of himself rest against the ruined muscles of her cervix.He pounded into her with fast but short strokes, barely able to hold back his composure as he plowed his massive cock deep down into her canal, his head stretching through to her most private place. She bucked against him, feeling his cock pulse with the promise. I followed them, picking up her pants and panties which she dropped on the floor as they were walking to the bed. When she got to the bed she lay down and spread her legs for him. He dropped down and started licking her like it was his job. It was really fun how hot he was for her- he clearly hadnt gotten any in a while and she had him mad aroused. I love watching her, she is the most beautiful woman I know and watching her fuck is like the best porn. I took off my own clothes as I watched him. Things were spinning out of control and she had no way to stop it. She felt that Marge was becoming more and more controlling with her and she was feeling more and more submissive. And being outside meant being naked. While it was exciting to be free and naked in some ways, she always seemed to end up being masturbated in Marge’s lap and that left her feeling guilty and confused. At least she could wear her clothes inside and that provided he with some measure of protection and modesty.Marge.