"His sons, not yours?" I asked, finishing my food, licking my fingers and imagining her long legs about my waist, her mouth agape with passion."Oh yes..., I was his third wife. The rector was seventy-seven when he passed over. You should have seen the crowd at his burial, heard the singing, very impressive."I waited, my plate empty and my horn filling."He has, let me think," she said with a small smile, tapping her lips with her forefinger, "oh my, eight, no one died, seven sons and six, yes, six. He bucked against me and called me a dirty girl. I fingered him harder, and he pounded his cock in equal ferocity. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. My fingers still working into Brent’s butt, I got up into a squat. I looked down at the small but lovely rubber dildo that stuck out from my pussy, and I nearly came right there. I couldn’t wait to give it to Brent as a complete surprise. I took his hand from his cock and took over the motion. He grabbed his legs with both hands to keep them up.. I think to myself, “Hm, maybe I should go outside and enjoy the warm weather. It has been cold here lately, so warm weather would be nice for a change.”Within minutes I had made up my mind that I would go to a nice quiet park and just relax in the warm spring weather and enjoy the fresh aromas of the spring flowers. I slip out of my t-shirt and ball shorts, walk over to my drawer and pull out a pair of small green soffes and a light pink cami. Once I was dress, I grabbed something to drink, my. . i wake up in a sunny bedroom, sowhite.. my mouth is full like of cement, "where im?"im so weak that i cant talk.. just whispering that. imdrugged i think.. i ve little weight over breast. itry moving me but i cant, im weak and my hands andlegs are also tied, at bed. i cant see anything yet,all is so confused, i hear far words, i see shadows, ifeel flower flavour but all confused.. after a littlethings come better, and i slowly recognize my wife,shelook little different from last time i saw.