When I arrived at the lake I parked the scooter and looked around. There was no beach. Instead, it was a natural lawn with thick green grass that ende... by the edge of the water. To my right was a small wooden building that had a line of people in front of it. Must be a bar, I thought. To my left was the parking with maybe fifty cars and several scooters and bikes. There were also bathrooms.I changed into my bikini in the bathroom and then found a spot close to the water where I placed the towel. I pulled backand pushed several times before I was able to get the entire length of mypenis inside her. Then I began to push in and out of her. Quinn used herarms and wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her with eachthrust. Within the first several thrusts of my cock Quinn began to pantand moan. I knew she was close again and this time I let her cum. Withone big thrust Quinn let out a long yelp and I felt her pussy contractaround my cock. I gave Quinn a moment to recover, and. Over a meal where we all ate with the farmhands, I got the newcomers to talk about themselves. Most of the people present understood German but I still had to translate for Licinia and some of her family. This helped my grasp of Latin.After the meal Licinia took the women and their children to her stockpile of used but serviceable clothes and gave them out as a gift. She had known that they were coming and had them all mended by the time they had arrived.The men were given jobs of clearing the. "My life's at stake and I didn't think you'd be swayed by hysterical sobbing." Her face became intent. "Which option did Roger want for me?" The first one was his suggestion, but he didn't mean it. Anyway, I would've talked him out of it. You're too beautiful to kill... unless it's absolutely necessary." I thought he loved me," she whispered."He thought you loved him." I do love him, but... who are you?" My name's Vincent Costello. Call me Vinnie." Vinnie, I'm thirty-three. My husband's.