While she ate a bite of the jerky she sat her cast iron skillet on the wood stove and added a bit of tallow to be melting. She poured herself a cup of... water and drank some to help the jerky expand. Taking an old percolator coffee pot she put some coffee in the metal insert, added water, put on the top with its little glass ball, and placed it on the stove. Coffee was one of the few things from the white man Robert found of any value. She took another bite of jerky, but this time she also took a. Then he said (commanded) I want that pussy. I immediately stood up and presented my boi pussy to him. I wet his cock with my spit. I wetted my wanton ass with my spit. I guided his head towards my flowering asshole. and with some discomfort he was in. I stood there with my hands against the opposing wall. There was no way I was going to let this moment pass. I worked the head in and out for what seemed like minutes. And he was deeper and deeper with each stroke. Until he was fully inside me.. Long legs, a generous swell of hips, trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair shaped to entice. I did that for Ted, in case I decided to go through with the fantasy that had been plaguing me all week. The flat stomach, my larger than average breasts with the small nipples. Too large for my chest, I thought. Not as firm as they used to be. Finally, a long neck and a slender face that I think still looked good, framed by long, blonde hair. I pulled Ted’s robe off the hook by the door and slid it over. "She's whacked already."He did not try to jolly her along and they ate in virtual silence."Thanks Andrew," she said finally. "That was great." Thanks," he smiled. "It wasn't too great a strain on my culinary resources. Now, young lady, you're obviously bushed so you're going to have a rest. After that we need to go to your flat and collect some clothes and other bits and bobs for you." OK."He led her slowly and gently upstairs to the spare room."Same dirty sheets," he said teasingly."Mine," she.