I wasn’t. Jessica was leaning over me, her mouth close to mine. When she saw that my eyes were open, she kissed me again.“Sorry to wake you. But K...ate says supper will be ready in about 10 minutes.”I smiled and pulled her down for another kiss.“You can wake me up like that any time you want to,” I told her. “Especially if your sister feeds me afterwards.”She slapped my arm, then leaned down and kissed me one more time before she left the room. I stretched, got up, and followed her, though I had. “You are rock hard for me baby, rock hard.”“Your brilliant long legs in heels and those magic thighs, then that big naked ass are an absolute turn on for me,” I tell her as I slowly slide my cock into her very wet cunt with my hands grasping her big ass cheeks.“My first fuck in your country,” she moans as I build up a rhythm and slide the full length of my cock into her.“I love the noise we are making as you slap into me.“My cunt is so wet for you,” she almost screams as I feel her. They seemed happily married, with three k**s. The wife was called Jane. In private, the other tradesmen and I called her "Plain Jane" because she was a lovely person, but not pretty. She let us know that she was not altogether happy about the fact that she was about to turn 40. It was 1993. She was about 5 foot 6, with a small build, and we knew she went to the gym a few times a week, because she would always tell us where she was going when she went out, in case we needed to contact her.. My whole life was slipping from my fingers and there was nothing I could do to stop it.I was nearly at rock-bottom when I received the miraculous phone call that would change my circumstances forever. A man by the name of James Mason was interested in buying Notts’ Faire. But not only was he interested in buying the faire, he also requested that I stay on as Operations Manager. It really was a miracle. Becca would be able to get the millions that she cared so much about, and I’d get to remain.