He just couldn't do anything about it.And he blamed her for the way his sons had been taken from him without so much as a how do you do. He knew that ...he should be proud that Charley had bagged a lady's maid. But he had also seen that lady's maid coming from Hugh Hinkman's forge several times. And as best he could tell, she had neither brought anything to repair, nor taken away anything fixed. So what had she been doing in there all those times without a chaperone?And it wasn't possible that all. ...........................................God! What a sight. I was sitting on the edge of the Clarke’s king size bed, my legs were spread wide and my semi hard cock was lying across Mrs. Clarke’s face, as she sucked my balls."I've gotten used to this cock, Peter. I'm going to miss it."She laughed when I croaked out a simple, "Yeah!"Her head bobbed lower and she ran her tongue through my ass crack, circled my anus, before catching my left ball in her mouth and sucked again."Do you think those. I was grateful that I was slick because he stretched me. I was also grateful that my body accommodated him after my earlier cockiness. He started to thrust. My body misted in sweat. "You're really fucking tight," he groaned. "It's been a while." "I like that." He took me harder. His lips moved over mine in a disorganized way. His fingers scraped up my sides. Then, he stiffened and muttered, "Fuck," under his breath. But his hips moved of their own accord. He held me tight against him and. One day we went shopping and had dinner in town, when we got home she couldn’t wait to take off her shoes because they were quite new and had been hurting her. I asked if she would like me to massage her feet and she smiled and said: “yes that would be nice”. When I sat on the floor I got the thrill of my life to smell a slightly cheesy aroma from her feet which excited me. My dick grew hard as I gently pressed my fingers and thumbs into her stocking clad feet and my mind started to wander as I.