"No live in servants?" Daniel inquired, as he followed me up the stairs. I had made no verbal invitation to him, but the look we had exchanged in the ...foyer was enough. His own smoldering gaze had seen the desire in my eyes and matched it with his own."No, I prefer my privacy," I replied. That was true, I also didn't want anyone too familiar with my comings and goings. I also have a vivid imagination and could just see a helpful cook or maid bringing me breakfast in bed and opening the heavy. "How long have you run this place?" I asked."Since my father died and my man run off," she said. "Went west, he did, took most of our savings with him." When was that?" Year, no, year and half now," she said, making a sour face.That answer peaked my interest and stirred my groin. I put my hand on her thick thigh. "Anything you miss?" I asked."Nope," she said, removing my paw. "I can do without." She gave me a good smile and rose to take care of a stagecoach full of customers who were just. With a second thrust, my glans was embedded in her cervix. The unmistakable grimace spoke of her agony even though my shaft was barely halfway engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling tits chirped a string of single syllable commands and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her hips and began the jumping up and down on my painfully engorged organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her strokes until, with a high pitched scream, her vagina. 'Wow mum, that was amazing, how come you aren't mad at me for having your knickers?' I asked while watching her lick up my cum from her hands.'Mad? Why should I be mad? I've seen you masturbate with them for about the last two months,! I've been waiting for this time as long as you have, darling, and now we're doing it, can you get it hard again?''Look Mum,' as I motioned down to my semi-hard cock.While undressing, my mum began again to jerk my cock back to full size. By the time it was, she.