Her high heels made her strong curvaceous legs look sexy, a loose white blouse left her shoulders free and there were no bra straps.She had not put on...any weight, her waist was still delicately narrow, her breasts looked tremendous with the nipples pushing against the silk of the blouse, and the cleavage took my breath away. When I caught up with her, she embraced me long and strong, kissed my forehead, put her hands in my hair. She pushed her breasts against me and whispered in my ear that she. I wondered how her fanny had managed to sustain the ability to walk straight after his repeated poundings.The hall was decorated with some gay and cheerful hanging designs weaved in the nearby convent. I was thankful they were not of religious import because I was not in that mood at all this morning after."Master, we have the wagon crafter, Donald of Lancaster and his daughter Lucy here with her intended Squire Harold to offer her virginity to you as the lord of the manor in accordance with. He lifted me, turned me around, and threw me on the table face down.I could believe he was still going on. He opened my legs wide, grabbed both my shoulders. With a push, he again shoved the whole of his cock inside me. “Aah!” again. But this time, he wasn’t gentle. He was fucking me like a cheap prostitute, with all his might.“Aah aah aaah aaah, slow, slow, ” he was fucking me so hard I couldn’t complete a single sentence without moaning. My boobs were jiggling like jelly. My fat ass was. I heard her moan, "Mmmmm... I like a man who shows his interest quickly. Not too quick, though. Hmmm? It looks like you have a slight problem." she paused. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." All this in a very feminine, yet husky voice that would have made a 976 girl envious. I didn't reply. It was her show.We were in a noisy, well-frequented tavern. The pounding bass from the music was making the beer mugs quiver on the bar. The mugs were not the only things pounding and quivering around.