1. 3 A Dairy conversion part 1


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    devised a method to stop excessive movement she wouldn`t tell me what it was, but that she would use it next time it was my turn. We discussed over that tea the coming visit to the homestead, Ann being Ann suggested we take our track suits and a few toys, though she was not specific as to which. We talked about the remote controlled egg, which she had worn for our last trip to the marsh, she said how much the slow pulse did for her, but that the sudden rush from the first burst at the bar had “blown her away” and that it had embarrassed her splashing the glasses down as she did. I asked her about certain other things from the original story, what now we had had a session or two did she find the biggest turn on, had she now, other scenarios that were more of a priority. I was more than a little surprised when she said yes her ideas had changed, she had originally said insects were out, but having seen the ant nest; she had been more than a little roused. She also wanted to wear something to mark her as mine to reassure me that she would always be so, but felt that a branding would be just too painful. For me, She wanted to try another man at some stage, she said and if the right one came along she would try a dog “for me”, as a special treat! For her birthday and she wanted to ride the pony something we both wanted, she especially had this down on her must do fantasy list as one of her greatest. As we dozed off in bed an hour later I made a mental note to ask the old biddy to ...
    ring regularly on Thursday evenings for her weekly chat from now on as we would be going to country dancing or platting rush mats or some other fascinating hobby on Friday`s from now on, which would leave us to ourselves out in our wonderful dairy. Tomorrow we were going to the homestead, tomorrow would be another day, in one another`s arms we gently drifted off to sl**p. Saturday dawned grey but with the promise of a fine day, we dressed, had a quick breakfast, each threw a track suit and a few toys into a bag and were on the way to Rye by 9 am. We found the estate agent and collected the key, promising to return them by close of play. The young man told us that one of the occupants had died and the owner now wanted to sell quickly as he found it too painful to remain in the place. The price I noted was very reasonable, off puttingly the young man saying that the place was locally reputed to be haunted! It would seem that screams had been heard regularly from the direction of the building, I was not surprised though said nout, but I did think that the young fellow needed a course in selling! We set off onto the marsh after collecting a bag of buns and filled rolls from the local baker as well as a bottle of pop apiece. It was fully 11.45 by the time we arrived at the homestead, the sun now warm as we arrived in the gravel parking spot outside the bungalow. Ann opened the front door, with its old fashioned key, the door swung back and that smell of disuse met us as we entered ...
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