sensation and an honest groan escaped the old man.
"You'll have to push me back," she told him, squirming a little so the length of him would be better placed along the length of her open seam, marinating in her heat and wetness, its throbbing communicating directly with the swollen nub of her clitoris.
Again she felt the first glimmer of a controlled press of his hands and she grinned and let her body slide back a couple of inches.
"Good man!" she praised him. "Again, again. I want to feel it slide along my pussy groove!" she panted, mimicking growing excitement and groaning delightedly as his hands did enough to let herself be drawn forward again.
"That's the way, you dirty old man!" she sobbed, biting her lip and moving slowly back and forth under the weak direction of his hands.
"I want you in me!" she told him breathlessly, and lowered herself upon his chest once more, sliding upwards to have his cock bound up between her legs before sliding down again, purring as she deftly anticipated his cock's position and had it press smoothly into her.
"God, I love your fat cock!" she gasped, arching her chest to best present him with her breasts while her hands drew his to her flanks and waited for him to once again drag her back and forth.
"Fuck me!" she urged, panting hotly into his working face. "Let me feel your pelvis drive that cock deep into me!" she panted, spreading her legs to either side of him to leave her sex defenceless.
His hands pushed her upon him, weakly to be true, but in a controlled move and she gladly followed its cue to take him another inch deeper into her fiery cunny, having the thick shaft lovingly stretch her.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, not having to act too much to show how delighted she was at his progress. His hands relaxed to allow her to rise, then tightened to have her descend upon him once more, and his hips jerked, a first attempt to bury his member that much deeper into her cunny.
"Yes; fuck me you dirty old man!" she panted, letting herself be moved by the rhythmic pressure of his hands, gasping when his pelvic thrusts succeeded in pushing his cock more firmly into her, often coinciding with a stiffening jerk of his cock to further excite her clinging cunny.
"You're going to make me come!" she gasped, controlling herself so only the weak direction of his hands allowed her to move, while natural impulse would have her ride him like a favourite at the St Ledger. But it was enough for her to pretend.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she squealed, tightening her passage and watching his own orgasm claim him, his limbs tightening and his facial expression changing, a short sharp cry escaping him as she felt his cock jerk with the first release of sperm.
"Good man!" she sighed, coming to rest on his chest, lying there while his cock softened and slid out of her. Amazingly, she felt his arm slide around her, holding her in a querulous embrace while his eyes stared off into the distance.
CHAPTER SEVEN. Sir Oswald arrives.
Sir Oswald! This is a pleasant surprise!" John called, marching across the drive to shake the man's hand as he exited the car that had brought him up from the railway station.
"What brings you down here?" John asked, leading the man into the house where the others were gathering, Lord Richard wheeled in from the drawing room, Isabel appearing from her room where she had once again closeted herself and marching down the stairs with an expectant look on her face.
Lord Richard was able to lift a hand as well as nod a greeting while he tried muttering a hello and Sir Oswald walked across to shake the man's hand.
"My, but he's made more progress in the few days you've been here than in all the time the last nurse looked after him!" he marvelled, quite obviously astonished by Lord Richard's progress..
"His new nurse practices Doctor O'Connor's methods," John told him, leading him into the drawing room and offering him a whiskey after his long trip from London.
"Well, they seem to
"You'll have to push me back," she told him, squirming a little so the length of him would be better placed along the length of her open seam, marinating in her heat and wetness, its throbbing communicating directly with the swollen nub of her clitoris.
Again she felt the first glimmer of a controlled press of his hands and she grinned and let her body slide back a couple of inches.
"Good man!" she praised him. "Again, again. I want to feel it slide along my pussy groove!" she panted, mimicking growing excitement and groaning delightedly as his hands did enough to let herself be drawn forward again.
"That's the way, you dirty old man!" she sobbed, biting her lip and moving slowly back and forth under the weak direction of his hands.
"I want you in me!" she told him breathlessly, and lowered herself upon his chest once more, sliding upwards to have his cock bound up between her legs before sliding down again, purring as she deftly anticipated his cock's position and had it press smoothly into her.
"God, I love your fat cock!" she gasped, arching her chest to best present him with her breasts while her hands drew his to her flanks and waited for him to once again drag her back and forth.
"Fuck me!" she urged, panting hotly into his working face. "Let me feel your pelvis drive that cock deep into me!" she panted, spreading her legs to either side of him to leave her sex defenceless.
His hands pushed her upon him, weakly to be true, but in a controlled move and she gladly followed its cue to take him another inch deeper into her fiery cunny, having the thick shaft lovingly stretch her.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, not having to act too much to show how delighted she was at his progress. His hands relaxed to allow her to rise, then tightened to have her descend upon him once more, and his hips jerked, a first attempt to bury his member that much deeper into her cunny.
"Yes; fuck me you dirty old man!" she panted, letting herself be moved by the rhythmic pressure of his hands, gasping when his pelvic thrusts succeeded in pushing his cock more firmly into her, often coinciding with a stiffening jerk of his cock to further excite her clinging cunny.
"You're going to make me come!" she gasped, controlling herself so only the weak direction of his hands allowed her to move, while natural impulse would have her ride him like a favourite at the St Ledger. But it was enough for her to pretend.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she squealed, tightening her passage and watching his own orgasm claim him, his limbs tightening and his facial expression changing, a short sharp cry escaping him as she felt his cock jerk with the first release of sperm.
"Good man!" she sighed, coming to rest on his chest, lying there while his cock softened and slid out of her. Amazingly, she felt his arm slide around her, holding her in a querulous embrace while his eyes stared off into the distance.
CHAPTER SEVEN. Sir Oswald arrives.
Sir Oswald! This is a pleasant surprise!" John called, marching across the drive to shake the man's hand as he exited the car that had brought him up from the railway station.
"What brings you down here?" John asked, leading the man into the house where the others were gathering, Lord Richard wheeled in from the drawing room, Isabel appearing from her room where she had once again closeted herself and marching down the stairs with an expectant look on her face.
Lord Richard was able to lift a hand as well as nod a greeting while he tried muttering a hello and Sir Oswald walked across to shake the man's hand.
"My, but he's made more progress in the few days you've been here than in all the time the last nurse looked after him!" he marvelled, quite obviously astonished by Lord Richard's progress..
"His new nurse practices Doctor O'Connor's methods," John told him, leading him into the drawing room and offering him a whiskey after his long trip from London.
"Well, they seem to
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