“Tis done,” he said as they stilled and he came to rest lying upon her. “But John, do you see, he is, he was, my friend!” Sarah pleaded, “Surely, he can not treat me thus?”
“No, to the contrary,” the older woman insisted, “He must for the alternative is to have you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury.”
“Oh lord,” Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach. His finger moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first time he found the moist spot which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. “Yes mother,” he agreed in confusion. “Good evening,” he said awkwardly, “Can I get you anything?”
“No, I am content, just do your duty,” Sarah said nobly.
