There was a workbench with plastic drawers that I had no idea what they contained. It was all so primeval looking. Scary, yet intriguing. Intriguing b...ecause of the contrast of his otherwise well-appointed and decorated house. Intriguing because of his rather proper and gentlemanly nature. It just didn’t seem to fit. “I would have preferred that you would have given me a chance to explain how deep I am into this before I brought you down here,” he said. “Believe me, I’ve brought women down here. She was tired of being Burt - though it had been great fun bedding Mabel and carousing with his - Burt's friends at the pub. Then he heard that Lady Ann was staying another week. Shit! Ann thought - but it least it wasn't him being bored to death. The next morning with great relish old Harry grabbed Ann."Holiday is over, Burt me bucko!" he said and handled him a shovel. "The last few days I left all the shit for you."Lady Ann was angry, but took the shovel. Resisting the impulse to brain Harry. I gasped and involuntarily moved my hips on her finger.“God Mel, you're so wet,” she said, between my gasps.Her touch seemed subtle, deft, skillful when compared to some of the guys I’d been with. She knew where all of my sensitive, pressure points were because she had them too.“Another finger… fuck, another finger…” I said between gasps of air.She inserted a second digit into me and her thumb grazed my clit and I instantly exploded in orgasm.She quickly withdrew her hand and let me come back. The stranger was a pleasant-looking woman, probably in her early thirties. She was wearing a knee-length dress, with a high neckline. Although the dress was superficially quite conservative, it hinted at a soft, feminine figure, generous in the hips and thighs, with small but rounded breasts. The woman’s hair was pulled back in a pony-tail, and its mid-brown color contrasted with Alyssa and Penny’s dark hair and Helen’s pale blonde hair. When Penny walked into the room the woman looked up from.