“Sorry,” Ron said softly. “That’s all right,” she said, pulling back, but she moved her hand back onto him, resuming her slow stroking pace....“At least you liked it.” “Oh yeah. Can I suck your tits?” “Sure,” Lena said, leaning back, lifting her t-shirt. Jeff was still pumping away but he moved his hand to give his friend easier access. Lena smiled as Ron attached himself to a nipple, sucking and licking, while both hands curved around her breasts to squeeze. “Oh this is nice,” she whispered. “My. “That, young Charlie, was Mrs D****r; the new owner of the Manor House. Don’t get any ideas boy, you’re well out of her league. She might keep you as a toy boy, but that’s about all.” The landlord laughed as he carried the glasses inside. “I know, but it doesn’t stop me dreaming,” replied Charles “That’s all you’ll ever do Charlie. That sort of world isn’t for the likes of you and me. Those money people would never welcome us in, except as slaves.” Fred the landlord struggled to balance. I pivoted my body a full one-eighty around my tongue so I could continue toward the sweet, sweet nectar of her pussy. By the time my tongue reached it she was bountifully wet, dripping with desire. I lapped hungrily, slurping noisily at the fount of her. Her pussy grew wetter still as her first orgasm shuddered through. I gave up trying to lick her dry. I moved back to her anus for a few more stabs with my tongue before positioning myself again between her legs, this time with my cock poised. "I have." Can you share them? Or do we need to wait for full sun?" I'll share them. You were wonderful last night, Ben. You were so caring, so giving, so tender. From the start you made sure I knew that satisfying my needs came first. I need that kind of attention. And, when I discovered you shaved your legs ... It was such a sweet gesture." She smiled. "You wore your jeans so it would be a surprise, didn't you?" Yeah ... I thought it would make you more comfortable." It did more than that --.