She was at the stove and cooking up breakfast. She heard me come in and she looked over her shoulder and smiled widely at me. "Good morning" she sai...d with her divinely heavenly voice, and she looked so sultry as she stood at the stove with the frying pan cooking away. I was gobsmacked at what I was looking at. Her ass was so perfect and round and pert as it poked out from the apron.I walked up to her and I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her on the neck. She smiled and laughed. . .. And wants to get even closer to the animal world than she’s ever been...”The door of the cottage opens and an older lady, 58 to be precise, appears. She’s healthy, tall and rustic-looking, with big boobs and blonde (almost white), long, wild hair flowing over her shoulders. She’s wearing something that was probably once a fairly pretty summer dress – but is now a fairly tired collection of rags with a vaguely summery feel. She’s not a tramp you understand, she clean and healthy, just a bit. She chuckled looked at her daddy and he gave her the look, she grabbed my arm and brought me into the stall next to his, we played for a few minutes until she pulled my cock out and put it down her throat no mouth, straight to the throat I never felt anything that good, but when I went to put my hand on the wall for bracing, I found a hole in the wall that was moderately filled with a nice veiny cock, instinctively I gripped it and stroked him off while I got the best head of my life.. I had. Therefore, on the next occasion we met and the nipple clamps lay waiting on the pristine white cloth of the bedside cabinet, I did not flinch when she took them, clipping one to herself and the other to one of my nipples. We were to bear - and enjoy - the same level of pain and pleasure together. My reaction on being clamped for the first time in my life was instant. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the .