I would not be repulsed, nearly upset a pail of milk, and swore I would have her again. She refused, prayed me, then promised she would, if I would le...t her take the milk into the dairy. Permitting it, she stayed a few minutes, then out she came, looked all round, again called out a name before entering the stable. The next minute we were on the straw, my hand between her thighs. “You have washed your cunt”, said I. “I did it in the dairy”, said she.I had a grope, tickled her clitoris, got my. But, nope, Lorie was a trooper. “Go down on me. I need to be wet and loose for that.” More rustlings and murmurings, then Lorie’s response to Don’s tongue became louder. Dude was doing her right, by the sound of it. She climaxed and said, “Keep going. Don’t stop.” Marsha knelt, unfastened my jeans, pulled them down to my knees, and began sucking my now rock-hard cock. I was so intent on listening, I barely noticed other than it felt great. Marsha knew how to pleasure a dick. After. The place did not compare favorably to the other two they had looked at: it rented to students, so it was small and not all that well-kept. Judging by the smell, its previous occupants had either been football players or some sort of mass murderer; either way, it explained some of the splotches on the floor, and perhaps why whoever had previously rented the place had since been evicted. But it offered two overwhelming advantages: it was cheap, and it was close enough to school that Caitlyn. Hearing from his loving wife just how amazing Jason was in bed was likely to be much more challenging than the fantasy we’d shared. As part of this, I pretty much knew that Neil would ask me who was better, and that I’d have to tell him the truth. My intuition and knowledge of how Neil’s brain worked told me that, in the end, he’d probably be okay hearing how great the sex with Jason was. After all, that was part of my loving husband’s kink. But I expected the second thing I needed to tell.