#74484 - “No!” the mother cried, but I was not finished for I pushed Miss Fanshawe’s underskirt down and there displayed were her pantaloons. “Dear god we will have the bull in next serving the dairy herd,” I sighed, but a flurry or discarded clothing was followed by the young lady’s gasps of a successful skewering and the commencement of a good pounding. It troubled me considerably that I desired Miss Fanshawe so much that mistaking the maid for Miss Fanshawe in my mind it was only with conciderable difficulty that managed to refrain from turning her on her back and mounting her rather than have her milk my member into a chamber pot.
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