After the final concert of a grueling tour, Carlene had flown home to her farm, arriving early on Sunday morning. Her flight crew had dropped her off ...and departed, there was an ample guest house for their use and they would gladly have remained but she didn’t plan to go anywhere for a while. Her mother, who lived half an hour away, stopped by Sunday afternoon, Carlene had slept almost until noon, totally exhausted from too many nights on the road. She dearly loved her mother and they were. “I'm getting as horny as fuck” She announced. “I need a good hard fuck, I want some big hard cock to fill my pussy and fuck me till I beg them to stop.” She looked at me but I knew that she didn't want my cock, she wanted Ben but as he was not here, I didn't know what she would do.“Maybe I should take a dip and cool off a bit” She grabbed her bra and quickly put it on. We were on a sun deck that overlooked the pool, to get to it she had to walk down some steps and about 30 metres between where. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was still me and I still needed a shave, testimony to a lazy Sunday morning spent reading the paper before setting out in the car to the National Park. Well, things can’t be that bad. Now, let’s try to figure out what’s going on while I clean up. The phone rang as I was finishing drying off after a good, hot shower. Feeling freshly shaven and alert, I confidently answered. ‘Hello?’ The voice was pleasant, quite charming, a woman aged about. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword belt, place my shako on my head and set out for my term of duty. I checked with.