God the feeling is incredible. The warmth of plunging into a woman's pussy. Enveloped on all sides by tight, wet walls. Rippling, sliding, gripping wa...rmth. This cock has clearly been in the pussy countless times. She's the perfect fit, a glove, I sink into her like I'm meant to be here. This little housewife’s cunt was built for this.I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass cheeks and start pumping fast, without hesitation. Without letting her get used to me anymore. I look up and see her hands,. The person who built this house did it to protect me, and he and I had quite the life here together. It was too cold in the winter to fuck outside, so this was a pretty good compromise.”“What do you need protecting from?”“My spring was going to be destroyed. If it ever stops flowing, either it forms somewhere else or I die. Which I was quite close to doing, I might add.”“Really?”Naia nodded. “When Emily died, the house went unused for a really long time. The fountain became clogged, and the. "I only wish I didn't fall in love with that jerk. Three years of life I'll never ever get back. Then to add insult to injury, not five minutes after he tore my heart to shreds, he wanted me back. As if I was his property that he could just control. I'm just glad we didn't have kids."I kissed her on the cheek again. "Well, if there is anything I can do for you, just tell me. I'll do it for you."She turned to me and grabbed my hands. "I love you, Chet. I know I've been saying that since we were. "Oh absolutely..." Brighton answered, almost inaudibly.Brighton walked on in a desolate mood, he had a list of notorious pubs and boarding houses to visit, and try as he might he did not have the fortitude to simply throw it away. Ned had always been a close friend, and when times became difficult a good man to stand beside on the battlefield. He could not, would not, betray his mentors - whatever the cost.However, he did wonder about his friend sometimes, for instance, when Ned had said he did.