“On the table please my dear,” I cajoled. A wicked thought popped into my mind, “Reverend, do you not relish sampling the wench?”
“No My Lord,” he replied, “I refrain from those who are not pure, diseases can be rife.”
“Are you suggesting I am diseased?” I queried, and before he could reply I added, “Breeches down man, let the wench decide.”
“No, he shall not sample me, I choose that one!” she simpered. Milf porn “Then let us proceed,” I suggested as I ran my other hand up her smock and playfully squeezed her left teat. “Knees apart my dear I need to check you are intact,” I suggested. “That would be such a waste,” I opined, “By the time I have finished with you you will may be pleading for my cock.”
“And why should I?” she asked. She grabbed a carafe of wine and gargled my taste away. Her nightdress had ridden up and she slowly spread her legs while fingering her cunt provocatively.
