She pushed me to the kitchen wall and knelt down on the floor. She pulled out my long dark dick from my shorts. My dick was not at its hardest point.M...y dick looked like a banana gone black after keeping it outside the fridge for days. My dick went 3 inches straight from its roots. After which, it curved down and went another 3.5 inches. The reddish head of my dick protruded out of the foreskin a bit, like the umbrella of a mushroom.She measured the length and width of my dick. She tried to. This time it was very different, every last bit of strength had left her, she could only feel the electrical energy in her. It felt so good she began to cry and laugh at the same time. She felt used, limp, unable to move. Without withdrawing from her he lifted her up and cradled her to his body. She walked her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once at the bed he laid her down next to her husband, naked, smelling of sex and cum now down the inside of her thighs. She was finished. On your knees. Inwardly I smiled. How fortunate I had included several bottles of Professor Potter’s potion in my knapsack. After The Progress Mimi and I would be spending several months in Grantham. Mimi was more adventurous when making love at ‘Coromandel’ than at Blanchards, and still more so than at Monmouth House, and I thought it prudent to have a cache of the potion at hand in case I was unable to satisfy her more extreme demands.To date I had manged to keep up with her appetite for copulation without. They accepted this and as far as I knew there had never been any uncomfortable situations that needed answering.I was away from the ranch most of the time tending to my duties as sheriff. Pat was now living as a pensioner. Gramps didn't have any duties but was always ready to lend his expert advice on matters relating to managing the ranch. Two years after Jessie and I had settled into married life, the cowhand and hero of the trail drive, Keith Brannigan, arrived looking for a job. At the.