It didn’t have any walls or gates to protect it from what he could see. As he traveled deeper into Tres, he paused and asked where the caravan yards... were located. He was directed to turn east, follow the roads around and he would reach the yards as they were south-east of the city. He arrived just before sundown and was told to park his wagon near a group of stables that could hold several hundred animals at once. He was told to park by the farrier stalls. When he explained he wanted to hook up. ”I felt my blood pressure rising. “Then, please tell me, just who had fucked my wife before this painting was done?”“Why, my Antonio, of course! Who else could it be?”“It couldn’t, it shouldn’t have been anybody but me!” I growled, barely containing myself.Maria slowly turned from the painting to look at me; my expression must have made it clear that she had seriously misjudged the situation.“I thought you knew. Carole said you knew.”“You thought I knew about this, that I was okay with this?. It was then i went for it, I stopped using the dildo on her breasts and dropped my pants, I grabbed moms hand and placed it on my now throbbing cock, I was amazed when she started wanking me off, I managed to hold in any moans until she got off the sofa, still blind folded and took my cock in to her mouth , I'd never felt a mouth so soft and wet around my shaft, she got faster and deeper as she went , I could feel myself about to come so I pulled out and cummed all over her face and breasts.She. .. 'I got one girlfriend puking up from last night, like she is some sort of fountain and one running around the house like some blue assed butterfly, Oh and a Horny hunk in my bed who's determinned to fuck me into oblivion' She shook her head laughed to herself in that usual Jamcian laid back 'what the fuck'type laugh then proceeded to the bathroom as Miranda fled back down the stairs agian to her car. That was a close shave , Miranda didn't want to drive halfway back across town to go and.