I kept thinking of that young womanin my kitchen. I had never married. I had, of course, in India,a concubine. The Hindoos have a real appreciation...for the sinsof the flesh; some of the low-caste women are shameless. Back inEngland, all these years, now, I had been deprived of femalecompanionship. The social gulf between myself and the farmers ofWhite Ladies Bottom is unbridgeable, and I seldom get into thecity. Even had I found a suitable wife, I felt I could notafford to keep her in the. .... As a contractor, I plow snow. Sometimes almost continuously for days and sometimes need a place to crash. My SIL's abode is conveniently located right at the mid-point of my route and sometimes becomes my crash zone. Well, isn't that convenient???Our story starts slightly before the new year, snowing like crazy and unlikely to stop anytime soon. I roll through all my clients and call Mark to see if the room is available for a couple of hours. No answer......must be working. It is late and. James then rolls her over, grabs hold of her hair and fucks her face until she can barely breathe, gasping for air she her throat is filled with cock. At this time I am stood there stroking my cock, feeling it getting harder and harder, I was getting ready to cum but first I wanted her to lick my arsehole so I smothered her face feeling her tongue tickling inside my arsehole, James then crouched in front of me and started to grasp my cock sticking it inside his mouth until my balls were being. Therewas no response except for a slight movement of his penis. I continued totouch his cock lightly and the response became more noticeable. His cockcontinued to respond to my touches until it stood erect and hard, all seveninches. His balls pulsed as his cock throbbed. I took his cock into myright hand and enjoyed its firmness, noticing, at the same time, thebeginnings of pre-cum juices emanating from his hot pisshole. I dared toput my tongue on his cockhead and taste the beginnings of his.