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I slipped off my dress, my underwear was getting splashed a little, but it didn't matter. It came as a big surprise to Jem when I rubbed the soap between my palms and began to lather his tackle.
"It won't get hard yet, we haven't long shagged that Helen woman," he mumbled.
I mockingly chastised him, "Don't be so dirty Jeremy. I'm making sure that you are properly clean. Just imagine that it's your Mother doing this." I felt his cock twitch.
Rinsing him off I turned my attention. "Now young Trevor, let's get you sorted. Mummy may need a little more soap," I told him. Trev just stood there submissively, totally mesmerised by the sight of my boobs trying to escape from my corset as I washed his bits.
Soon I was on the King Size bed, legs wide apart, with a farm boy clamped to each of my long nipples. As Jem was gently pumping my pussy with his thumb and Trev played my clitoris like a Stradavius, I could feel the first signs of the resurrection against each of my thi
I thought, " How lucky am I to be an English Pub Landlady in a small Dorset village?"
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Dquiotiabout 1 year agoThoroughly enjoyable read, leaves you wanting more! Well written and a nice stable of characters.
