Bess was exceptionally so. Her posture was straight, not yet bent over from lugging wine, grain, hops for the beer, plates and hardware. She would als...o, eventually become asthmatic from the smoky peat in the fireplace, the tobacco and burning embers from the kitchen. But for now, she really did look good. Musicians were playing in the courtyard, crowds gathering, the priest sneaking a dram before the service, the bride preening, the groom already having more than his usual for a noontime. Tim. .........Chapter 1Matthews has finished changing for the evening. She is wearing a heavy night shirt but it still does not kill the damp cold feeling running through her since she left the dinner table It is chilly and windy outside.Matthews brushes her brown hair, til its soft and shiny. The glow of the candle on her pale skin makes it appear to be glowing. Mathews steps back and look at herself. She is tired but still awake. The sound of the wind sends another chill up her spine.She walks. Her pussy was so wet and warm, I climbed on top and shoved my 6 in cock inside of her. I fuck her slow and sucked on her nipples, and we then started to kiss each other. Our tongues were in each others mouth, I stopped kissing and just stare at her while shoving it in her harder. I grabbed her arms and held her down so she couldn’t cover up her moans or loud orgasm. She was saying softly, oh baby, oh baby, yes, yes.I wanted her be louder so everyone can hear her, so I pounded that pussy as hard. “How was your Aunt Jess this morning?” I asked Jesse when he arrived home from his hockey game.“Sad. She tries to look happy, but she’s very sad. Ashley is very sad, too. She wants her mom to come home. She told me.”“I know, Son,” I sighed. “We all want her to come home.”October 17, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“You ask Jorge THAT question,” I said to Kara on Sunday after lunch. “If HE is OK with it, then we’ll do it!”Kara giggled, “I think if Jessica asked him, he’d say OK!”“He’d be tempted, but no.