Realisation set in. Tom loosened the stout leather belt around his waist ready to discard his thick leather blacksmiths apron. She tried oh so hard to put him out of her mind as she hurried home. He saw need, desire and lust writ large. She rushed upstairs calling for her maid to fetch her bath. His member was throbbing, tingling with anticipation and then suddenly the pulsing reache a crescendo and his seed burst forth flooding her then flooding again and again until she was sated. They lay entwined for several seconds before either moved. “Cor he must have give thee a right seeing too, thee’s all bruised and sore,” Vicki observed
“Oh god,” Annie sighed, “Is it so obvious?”
“Indeed madam,” Beth interected, “Can’t miss it. Tom looked her in the eye. “Thee don’t need no gentleman, you stick we us and we can have fun with no babies,” Beth suggested as she gently slipped two then three fingers into Annie’s sore bruised puss. “How’s that madam, better than any bloke I know!” Vicki chuckled. “I will have the Constable on you!” she repeated. “That’s no sight to raise a man’s lusting,” Tom observed, but Annie duly lay back and pulled down her pants, “But that is,” he said as he saw her sweet virgin parts for the first time.
