"I've always had a fantasy about fucking a mature white woman like yourself."She turned around and we began to kiss passionately while I playing with ...her pussy. She pulled out her tits and I sucked her hard nipples as she began to moan louder."We have to stop, we can't get caught at work Stephen."I reluctantly pulled my fingers from her wet cunt as she put herself back together. We continued like this for a few weeks. She was reluctant to let me fuck her as she thought she could never get. It was the farmer’s wife, she had come into the kitchen for something, she carried a very bright lantern of her own, which she set on a chair infront of her. From where he was hiding, in the shadows, in the next room the blacksmith could see his employer’s wife looking for something in her cupboards.He was shocked and in awe of what he saw, she was in her sleepwear. The farmer’s wife was a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, she was wearing nothing but a corset and long cotton skirt so thin that he. " Alice said I nodded."Right, and because you're in training you will address me as Mistress Sharon and Paul as Master!" I reminded herAlice closed her eyes and then said, "I'm sorry Mistress Sharon, Master Paul did tell me, but it's all so different."I smiled and nodded, patting her head as I did so, "I know my dear, but it's better to keep in practise, rather than being punished for your transgression." I noticed that she rubbed her bottom as she nodded her agreement."Now I'm going to give. Mom and Dad would get the downstairs bedroom and there was another full bathroom for them as well. Grandma Miller would take the den which was in the back of the house and turn that into her bedroom.Annie and I had no voice in the matter. Money was tight and this would solve everything, at least that is what Mom and Dad said. And we eventually made the move. This is where the real nightmare begins.Grandma Miller was what you would call high maintenance. It wasn't that she needed constant care,.