You’ve no work to do today. Let me remind you how good things used to be.”The soft coaxing of his wife’s lips and the feeling of her warm flesh ...close to his did indeed remind the tailor of other times, when he’d been young and hotheaded and eager to chase anything with skirts on. His body, it seemed, remembered such things too, rising to the occasion just as readily as it had in his youth. The small bedroom grew muggy with the heat of two bodies together. (Part of it was also the enchanted. As soon as her head rested on his chest, she was out like a light. The pair lay there like that, for close on two hours; with Tony stroking his daughter’s lovely silky-soft raven coloured hair, as she purred like a contented cat.As his daughter woke, she uttered, “Das fühlt sich schön an, hört nicht auf”. (‘That feels nice, do not Stop’.) Having slipped back into speaking German.Tony responded, plus followed suit, “Was möchtest du heute Abend machen?” (‘What do you want to do this. Your work is way, way better than anything I could do. Thank you!" he said."Anytime ... and if you ever get back to Dodge, look me up." Quint said."That I will," replied Waite.He decided to look around in the store, so he turned into Jonas' mercantile. Mr. Jonas was busy with a customer, but there didn't seem to be anyone else about. Waite was looking at a nice display of knives. Mr. Jonas was just finishing helping Ma Smalley with her order. He told her that he'd get it delivered to her. In no time at all she was cumming again. This time, she crawled up onto the bed and scooted so her head was clear up at the headboard. “I want you face down in my pussy!” I scrambled up and she took my hands and spread them toward the corners of her bed making me literally rest nose first in her wet and quivering pussy. With her legs folded over my upper arms she tied first one wrist and then the other to the bed. She had at least one more small orgasm as my lips wrapped around her clit.