I sat back in my seat and leaned forward to suck Miss Maitland’s left teat, “Mmmmm that’s nice,” she cooed. Xxx Quite suddenly there was a flurry of hooves rattling on the stony road and the men disappeared. Her lightly furred mound pouted between her thighs eagerly awaiting my prong. The morning saw us rumbling along the narrow valley somewhere by Cromford. She gasped in shock and pleasure at the intrusion. She screamed, “I supose you’re next?” the oaf demanded, “Or’d he fuck you first?”
“How dare you,” Miss Flanders protested, “I assure you I am pure as the driven snow!”
“Hey lads we got a virgo!” someone shouted and in an instant Miss Flanders was dragged from the carriage. “It’s too late to worry about that,” I assured her as my coque swelled at the notion of re entering her softness.
