I started rubbing my dick through my jeans with the other hand. Trust me the precum was coming out of my jeans now and I could feel it on my fingers.A...other hour passed touching her thighs, ass, and front area.Meanwhile, a truck passed from the wrong side little slowly, the headlight made her face visible, and she was looking so gorgeous. Her facial expression made it very clear that she got horny too, I wish I’d suck her lips then and there but couldn’t. She pretended to sleep but I knew it. The day after was to be the day of the Fox Hunt and I was really looking forward to it because I had never been part of one before. My sister had told me her husband to be was obsessed with the whole Fox Hunting concept and I guess it was appropriate because he was landed gentry.Somewhere down deep inside I had a bit of a concern about the fact the poor fox was usually destroyed at the end of the hunt but it was really the hound dogs and not the riders that brought him to ground and dug him out. Jim knew there was no sense in beating about the bush. “No, my love, I haven’t been wanking; I’ve been fucking.” “Fucking? Fucking who?” “Well, the cleaning girl: Charlie, Carol’s niece.” “What?” But Sue wasn’t waiting for an answer she was walking rapidly toward the lounge with Jim behind her and explaining about the problem with train. Sue strode into their lounge to be greeted by the nearly-naked body of Charlie bent over the couch. “Oh, shit!” exclaimed Charlie looking up. “Sorry, miss,. He also broke the men up into several different groups, each with a different job. Where possible he considered the men and women's desires in assigning work but he did make sure everyone had an assigned job. The administrative work and tours took up the entire morning. The work began that afternoon and continued until dusk. There was some grumbling about work assignments from many of the unmarried men. Not a few of the people were frightened by Roger's tools and machinery. The women and some.