”He seemed to be avoiding looking directly at her, and after their terse exchange, he returned his attention entirely to the task of scattering seed... for the hens to peck at. “Well, goodbye then,” said Rose, a little more loudly than necessary. “I shall look forward to dinner.” With nothing better to do, she returned to the library to find something to read.Predictably, dinner was torment. After an unending stretch of clattering cutlery, avoided looks and polite requests to pass the salt, they. I told her to get on the bed, on her hands and knees. She didn’t move right away and I knew she needed the physical contact so I pushed her down to her knees on the bed and knelt behind her grabbing her by the wrists and pulled them behind her.I pushed forward on her arms and she laid down on her face and chest on my bed. I held her thumbs in one hand and used my other hand to position the head of my cock at her opening. I moved forward slightly and backed off slightly, not enough to loose. Who knows maybe our first c***d will come in a dark skin wrapper. Won’t know for a while but for us it’s time to get back to baby making.”After she slept for a few hours it was time for us to reclaim our territory and enjoy some great sex including a huge, toe-curling orgasm from her. Epilogue:Well Bev spent a couple of nervous weeks waiting but she admitting taking that chance really put an edge on her night with Ron. Although it was a few days late, much to her relief the period came. She. Stefan Browdie for one ... good guy. Alan Sangster two, another great guy. Bill Pearce and Tony Stedman ... plus himself, that was five ... he could take one more, but who would that be. Rosalind Hardaker had approached him ... she was most enthusiastic about it ... but a women ... hell no ... it would be no place for a female ... savages, snakes, creepy spiders ... no real sanitation ... no not a place for a female.But Rosalind or Roz to her friends and colleagues was not to be put off so.