This new revelation about him, however, bugged her in a serious way."Hey!" he came in, putting his arms around her."You smell of smoke," she snapped, ...shrugging him away."Sorry! Sometimes I like a ciggie with a beer." Yes, well, I wish you wouldn't when I'm around." Oh? You got any more instructions?"She rounded on him then, and glared. Her anger was barely contained and she debated whether to really let him have it. She mentally counted down from ten while Bradley stood in front of her,. Would you like to watch me?"I didn't speak a word as I took her by the hand and led her to the front room.Cindy took her top off while I pulled down her panties. She sat on the edge of the sofa, spread her legs and laid back. I could smell her juices as she opened her soaked pussy. "She really did like watching me!" She licked her fingers and began to slowly run one up and down her pussy. She inserted one from her other hand and slowly started to rub harder on her clit. I was in awe as I. I couldn't believe how powerful her scent was. Then I looked at the robe underneath her. I thought I'd had a wet spot on my pants. Her robe was soaked. It was over saturated and there was actually a puddle on it. "God Damn it, will you please fuck me?" It sounded like she was going to cry.I stood up and pulled my pants down. Talk about wet spots. We were going to have to do some laundry before the folks got home tomorrow. I climbed up on her, my prick leading the way. "I just want to make sure. "We stabled the animals, and the smith yelled, "Mickey, where are ya?"The girl came running in, smiling. She wore a shapeless dress that fell open at the top and reached just below her knees. She was barefoot. Her dark hair hung far down her back. I think she probably could have sat on it. She was only about five feet tall, barely that, but all muscle."'Arley," she said, with London or Bristol still on her tongue, "what'cha need? Y'wife's a'sleeping. Been at the jug, she 'as." This here ugly.