.. and with them, of course, discrete liaisons could have easily conducted. Yet, out here in the countryside, there was little hope for her. Not that ...some of the young peasant lads didn't make her blood pound in her veins... that youngest Groves lad, for example. Lady Darnell had to stifle a smile as she though of how the locals called him 'Little' Matty Groves; little, indeed! Barely eighteen, he towered over every other man in the village; broad of shoulder yet lean at the waist, he had. I ended up getting in the tub with him since I was nearly as messy as he was by then, and after we had cleaned ourselves up, I refilled the tub, grabbed a few toys and just played in the water with him a while.When he did his little hand hump thing teasingly in front of me, I couldn't help but grin at him and then replicate his motion with my dick and hand. It was one of those bonding moments I guess: my little brother showing me how he humps his hand. Heh. That might seem kind of funny or. “Oh Daddy!! Your cock feels so good inside me!! It feels so much better than those boy’s little weenies feel like. Oh yeah, give it all to me; fill me up with your big fat cock, Daddy!”“Are you sure that you can take it all?”“I think so, Daddy; I’ll tell you if I can’t.” Moments later my cock is buried deep in my daughter’s pussy. “Fuck me, Daddy!! Fuck your little girl!!” I start moving very slowly, letting her feel every inch of my cock while I almost pull out and then slide back in, pushing. I was developing a severe case of blue balls, as the woman continued her manipulations, sometimes gently pulling, sometimes sensuously massaging my balls, and clearly enjoying my reactions to her tormenting fingers. With each new torment, she seemed to be gauging my reaction, as if trying to decide which one elicited the most interesting response.?Please?..don’t ??. please, please,? I mumbled, barely able to blurt out the words between gasps and groans. I felt like shouting for help but at the.