‘Yeah, but later.’ Ottilie replied, and pulled me real close. —– Some — indeterminate — time later, I staggered down stairs to find that e...eryone else — except Ottilie and myself — had already eaten. They (including Maud) were all out in the yard watching my new friend (from the hospital), George’s young lad, John, mowing what I used to loosely describe, as my lawn. Ottilie and I did not join them, we snuck into the kitchen and prepared our… brunch. Then we sat there like a couple of teenagers,. You're going to have to sit in the back with Holly." Why's Holly with you?" I asked."Holly helps me with the books and does a lot with inventory and supplies. It's important for her to get exposure to fund-raising too, and this seemed like a good opportunity," Ma said.When I got in the back seat, I was stunned. Holly was wearing a casual blouse and skirt and low heels. Every time I had seen her at the kitchen, her blond hair had been pulled back in a ponytail which she then pinned up so it. She laid on me with my cock buried in her pussy and her face next to mine.She looked me in the eyes and told the guy to fuck her ass. He slowly began working his cock in her ass. I could feel him pushing against her. Her face was next to mine as she described what was happening. “Oh my god he stretching my ass, he is in me, he is going deeper in me, he is stretching me open.” Once he was deep in her ass, he held it there. She told us all how good it felt to have a hard cock buried deep in. . He was not a heavy drinker, so it had not taken much to get him black-out drunk. What really confused him was his apparent lack of a hangover. Then again, he remembered telling himself when the night began to drink plenty of water. Most of a hangover was dehydration, after all. He had been a smart drunk, for a change. And, evidently, a silver-tongued one as well. The woman fucking him had said she'd wanted him "again." That implied there had been a first time. Likewise, the small woman in his.