“My dear it is you whom should be providing the pleasure,” I corrected her. Xxnx She came with an oil lamp in one hand and a cup of warm milk in the other. Her legs around me yet raised so as I sat in my arm chair she oh so firmly impaled herself upon my member. “That’s where you go wrong,” she said, “I should have a little rest if I was you and we can have another go before Tea.”
She smoothed her smock down, hopped off the sideboard and grinned at me, “I’ll see if cook want’s a hand.” she said as she walked out of the door. Before I knew she was upon me. She kicked off her shoes and wrenching aside the bed clothes slid into bed beside me.
