Stepmother Desires Her Pussy Stuffed Full Scene

Mother had arrived, I had my breeches down. Indeed she continued by grasping my member and guiding it towards her womanhood. “Its Camelia is it not?” Mother surmised, “James Ainsgarth’s youngest,”
“Why yes Lady Carmichael,” the girl replied as she struggled to make herself decent. To my utter amazement the girl followed. “Oh my god, so you were not virginal?” I demanded. Since father’s demise the estate was mine, as eldest, and only, son. It was a lovely summer’s day. “And what about love?” I queried, “Has love no place in your world? “She was caught in flagrante with the gardener,” Mother remembered, “A good ten months ago.”
“Indeed, I wondered why she fornicated so delightfully,” I explained, “We have no fondness for each other.”
“None what so ever,” Camelia agreed. “I am merely conjoining to procreate an heir,” I added.