There was one evening while Rob was visiting that Cynthia said she was going someplace with Joe. When she returned late in the evening, she asked, “...o you want me to shower or do you want me the way I am?”Rob knew fucking was going to happen during her outing and decided to make some points, “I like you the way you are so there’s no sense pretending otherwise. Get your sweet ass over here let me feel what a just fucked-by-another-guy Cynthia feels like!” She squealed in delight and spread them. He’d found no discernable signs, and so the three travel-weary men were looking forward to a night in a bed, or at least a loft. Anything but sleeping on the ground again. Their horses could do with a long rest, too.The village was quiet, the streets empty as they entered the village square and dismounted at the hitching post in front of the inn. Rostin did enough trade in produce that merchants often visited, warranting the need for two-story inn on a large, square foundation with a dozen. I drew her clitoris into my mouth, sucked on the nub, then slid my tongue the length of her pussy. "It would be all right if you had a lover," I said then. "I would understand." Victoria looked at me between her legs, the blood draining from her face. She had been caught, and now I needed to assure her it was really all right. "Someone like Eric," I said, "he would be hard to resist. Don't you think?" She nodded slowly, not sure how much I knew, but certain now that I knew something. "Have you. The fact I had my cousin’s cock buried in my ass at the time didn’t seem to bother her at all. I knew all three of those cousins were favorites of hers and she would like to have one or all of them under her roof to spoon her in the darkness without the embarrassment of discovering their youthful bodies buried inside a middle-aged female relative’s naked bottom. I thought it disgusting that she would even consider taking solace from their young bodies in the shadows of the night despite the.