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” Miranda raised her hand to stop him.“Jason, please do not rush to leave. I would feel more comforted in your presence,” Miranda said.“I do not wish to besmirch your reputation by entertaining a gentleman without a chaperone,” he said, smiling.“It is because you are a gentleman that I do not fear for my reputation,” Miranda answered. “I am twenty years of age and in truth, I wish to speak to you of matters of the heart. Let us sit beside the fire.” Jason held my chair to steady it while I sat and then sat in the other.“Miranda, I have longed to speak with you—heart to heart.”“Do you think you could love a woman such as me? I have a raven lodged in my throat that caws his harsh cry when I speak. I am not a beauty. I have lived a hard life working with my hands and learning to use guns and knives. Is it in your heart to love such a woman as me?”Jason slipped out of his chair and knelt before me. Is he going to propose? My heart skipped a beat.“My dear Miranda, your hard life has proven. As we stood there she said “Where” and looking around I said “By the work station”, there was a long wooden bench type table.As we walked over to it I said “Put your hands on the table” as she did I came from behind and fondled her massive tits. After a few minutes I unclipped her bra and her tits drooped down and into my hands. I spent a fair few minutes feeling her up as her nipples started to become erect, she sighed.I turned her around to face me and she was smiling, my cock was rock hard. As I bent down and licked her nipples her hand was on the back of my head as she sighed. After another few minutes I said “Turn around again”, she put her hands back on the work bench and I was feeling her ass cheeks.I lifted up her skirt and slipped my hand over her big knickers. Feeling her ass and then moving my hand around to the front it slipped so easily onto the front of her knickers, rubbing her pussy she moaned all the more. “I’ve often dreamt about this” she said. As I cupped her left.
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