I simply aimed him at the slot and he slid in as sweet as into any rampant whore, “See you are no more able to control your urges than I am,” I chortled, “I shall have you twice before breakfast and depending on my mood perhaps once again before lunch.”
“I shall be gone long before lunch,” she insisted
“I’ll wager you will not, you enjoy my member too much,” I chuckled, “But I own it is pleasant to conjoin with a mature woman, not some silly slip of a maid who believes I am in love with her.”
“That heartens me greatly,” she replied. Suddenly she didn’t look quite so ugly, “Wait here I’ll retrieve your clothes,” I offered and donning my own attire I retrieved her gown from the garden. “Then desist lest I go blind, ‘tis not the done thing for a gentleman to spill his seed uselessly,” I explained, “I need a womb, I need a woman.”
“Exactly, A woman not a slip of a girl.” the old bitch agreed as she continued to caress my member. “I’ll ram it in your puckered useless barren womb if you don’t desist.” I warned. I had her pantaloons off and her slippers and as I reluctantly released her teat I eased my now rampant member within her slot.
