He began moving boxes downstairs, one at a time. It took him most of the morning and had worked up a good sweat.At one point while he was in the attic... prepping the next box, Mary called up to him, "John? Why don't you come downstairs and get something to drink. You have been working hard." Thanks, Mary that would be great. I would like a glass of water or tea if you have some."Mary replied, "I have some tea. Come meet me in the kitchen and I'll have it ready."John quickly packed up the box he. The pain is incredible and you are about to shout out when the sting subsides and actually adds to your ever building orgasm."I will define the point at which you come," the voice barks in your ear.His penis plunges into you, you gasp at its length and tears come to your eyes. He thrusts violently and hurriedly. Again your orgasm is drawing near.His hand encircles your breasts, the fingers encircling your left nipple as his right hand starts to manipulate your clitoris again.....So close, god,. It's all I can do to keep my hands off them both as they started preparing dinner and I head for the shower. Even though we all got to rinse off in the river, it sure is nice to take a long hot shower. I pull on a clean tee shirt and shorts and head for the kitchen just as Sarah yells that everything was ready. Let me tell you, the girls can cook! We have hot biscuits along with a green salad; they even have some fresh green beans. I’d be very happy to marry both but I know that won’t be. Your heart pounds in your ears, your body radiating such heat by the second as your mewls of pleasure gradually evolve into heavy moans. Deep, primitive animal sounds that form in your throat join the orchestra of lust that spills freely from you lips as the pleasure takes hold. I yearn to feel those wild sensations ripple through you. I feel you arch your back once more as my tongue slips from you clit to your cunt, lapping at the juices that steadily weep from your tender flower. A hand.