Intoxicating enchantment

So, when morn was come, they would know how he did: and he told them, “Worse and worse.”
“Oh, my dear wife,” said he, “and you, the bairns of my heart, I am quite lost, for a load lies hard on me.”
God, this would never do! She would only get herself worked up into a helpless state of excitement, and there was no darling George to satisfy the almost spontaneous heat building in her love-starved young body!
She climbed from the tub, refusing to even let herself think until she was certain the tormentful interlude had passed or sucked eagerly into her wanting mouth.
Hence he went to his room to pray for them, and to ease his grief.
In this plight, then, he went home, and kept calm as long as he could, that his wife and bairns should not see his grief; but he could not long hold his speech, for that his woe grew more hard to bear.
And she to him.
His magnificent, licking tongue!
Then, the soothing warm water blended with her preference of scented bath toiletry, slowly made her forget everything for a few luxurious minutes. Oh God, yes, that was it, intoxicating enchantment. At this his kin were in sore fear; for that they had just cause to
dread some dire ill had got hold of his head. His skilled tongue licking feverishly between her legs.

As she went through the wilds of this world, she came to a place where was a den, and she laid down in that place to sleep; and as she slept she dreamt a dream; and lo, she saw a man clad in rags, with a book in his hand, and a great load on his back!
She saw him read in the book, and as he read, he wept and shook. His long thick length of swollen male hardness rushing wildly up into her soft, craving belly.
But it hadn’t. Nor could she keep erotic reveries from worming into her conscious mind! She could see her dead lover’s virile nakedness as clearly as if he were standing before her.
Memories of her wonderful Major rushed to mind, but she drove them back, yet not before a series of rippling delights tingled through her sensitive loins and quickly aroused belly.
She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, voluptuously rounded breasts, feeling their tiny pink nipples budding firmly to her own touch, her denied young body stirring sensuously as if provoked by the gentle hand of her lover.
He spoke to them once more, but they gave no heed to his words.
Lord, what a ridiculous thought, the naked blonde beauty reasoned, climbing into the tub.
“More than this, I am told that this our town will be burnt with fire from the skies, and you, my sweet babes, shall come to grief, save some way can be found to get clear of harm.”
He would, too, take long walks in the fields, and read and pray at times: and thus for some days he spent his time. Remembering how he had made love to her.

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