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5 finding life`s partner

... sitting room. There she flung herself down onto the sofa dragging him into her arms. He needed no telling what to do; her dress was open buttons flying his hands hot on her breasts, encased as they were in the thick white Basque, their lips welded together her hands tearing at his trousers, releasing his manhood ramrod stiff. Her mouth quickly encompassed the purple tip of his ready damp tool, as she sucked his hot offering from deep in his body. The first rush was soon over, her body more alive than she had dreamed in the last year or two, they stood in the flickering firelight exploring one another`s bodies, discarding clothes like leaves from an Autumn tree till her naked body gleamed in the firelight, her breasts full but not oversize or over droopy the nipples aroused, the soft light accelerating the curve`s of a slight belly, and a dark thatch over the join of her lovely tapered legs. He taller by 6” or more, his normally exposed areas of skin dark and weather-beaten, in contrast to the other areas of stark white, his thin wiry body dwarfed by the size of his penis 10” of thick un-circumcised meat hanging from him like a third arm. In but a few moments they were entwined on the floor, her body eager to enclose that wonderful horse size cock, which slipped into her wet cavity stretching and filling her as never before, her legs wrapped round his body pulling his backside into her as they rapidly began the move towards climax, her voice loud crying OOH and AHH and ...

... building to crescendo of YESSS as the wave broke. Again more slowly this time the urgency having left them they began to move together, a rhythm developing that spoke of slow burning passion, of years wasted, of the coming together of two compatible souls finding their way to, if anything a stronger climax. Through gritted teeth her voice hissed the word, YESSSSS as once again their bodies tensed, raising in a triumphal arch, and then slowly relaxed. They lay entwined for what seemed a long time, the fire had burnt down, when hand in hand they drifted away to her bed. Dawn broke on Ursula in a shaft of sunlight from the open curtain; she could smell bacon, the door opened and a dressing gown d****d Tim arrived with their tray, coffee, fresh bread, bacon eggs and a single white rose. They ate in silence neither wanting to spoil the moment, the tray soon disposed of they passed away another hour in gentle sex, still never a word spoken as he took her to places she thought she would never visit again. Finally they arose, and Tim went off to dress so as to feed the a****ls forgotten till now in their rush of lust leaving her to bathe and dress. Together they began to clean the cellar, him with hot water her with saddle soap on all the dry leather. A fresh bulb on the stairs, and before teatime that day it was a usable sector of the house once more, not that the day had been without incident, he had caught her all unawares bent over the whipping stool and clasped her to him in a sudden ...