Go on!"Burt turned his back on the old man and trudged off toward the village.He paused briefly, wondering if he should have a wash before he went but...hook his head. He was used to the stink now and what did it matter?7"Lady Ann" sat at the huge dining table with a pair of scissors in herhand, crossly working at cutting up her copy of Wuthering Heights.She snipped away, apparently at random, loping chunks out of the book andleaving shredded pages littering the table.After twenty minutes. It was gorgeous and all I could think of was: Fuck It! I ram my cock into her pussy and she screams. I go hard and fast, hitting her G-spot every time. She screams louder."FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUCK!" she screams.I go even harder. I finally put her on her knees and I rip off her blouse. I tit fuck. I start slow but then I go fast, making her tits bounce a bit. After twenty minutes, milk spurts out of her tits and all over me. I lick it all up."You thirsty?" she smiles.I flip. She moved to the foot of the table and raked her hands up my legs. As always pushing tension toward the core of my body, and brushing ever so lightly against my scrotum with each pass. I think all that she had to do at this point was ask me to cum, and I would have exploded into that towel, but she changed pace on me.Beth grabbed my leg putting it on her shoulder and pushed it up in a stretch. It's pretty hard to cum when your thigh muscles are being stretched. Yet, I remained hard. Beth. My eyes were drawn from her crooked grin to those large bare breasts. Her brown hair framed her chest, falling in streams off both of her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, bright, nervous. She was the most beautiful woman who’d ever shown me her body like this.I took a deep breath. I dropped my phone on my desk. It buzzed again and again. Max snuggled across my body. She stabbed her fingers right in my throat. She snorted between her breaths. I looked down at her sleeping smile. I inched her hand.