But it looked sure as hell like lust was winning. Her lips remained parted and her breathing was quick and shallow. She almost seemed to be panting.... A bitch in heat. (When was the last time you had fucked her, anyway?)At last the god damn clasp came undone and I was able to yank the fucking bra off her and fling it aside. With my cock still buried deep within her pussy and my hands now planted on either side of her, I lifted my torso, supporting myself above her with straightened arms so. We took of her shoes and unzipped her dress. We managed to do this with out waking her. She was down to her bra and knickers and I slowley pulled her panties down as he watched. There was a small bedroom chair and I pointed to it for him to sit on which he did. The bed was quite high and I pulled my wife’s legs until they hang over the edge and she was bent over face down. I got down and patted her legs and began to lick her pussy. The girl was sitting in the chair having a nice wank watching.. " She said, "No. I wnat you to order me to suck your cock." So I said with force, "Mom suck my cock."She pushed me back onto the bed, and began licking the head of my cock. I couldn't belive it. She licked up and down my shaft and played with my balls. Then she took my whole cock in her my. Up and down she sucked on my cock with her beautiful puffy lips. It felt so good I wanted to come. She realized from my groans that I was moving to fast. Sitting up she asks me if I wanted to taste her. Since the 1500s, an ancient coaching inn called the Bull & Gate had been located at the nexus of the old road system. I’ve been there. It’s still around in the 21st Century.The first thing that hit us as we walked in the door, was the stink. It was a fetid stench of unwashed people and wet cloth, garnished by smoke from an endless assortment of pipes and the enveloping smell of burning wood.The noise level was also shocking. The Hollywood concept of Victorian England fosters the stereotype of.