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She ‘ent quite the ticket and the last thing her needs is your brat.” “Yes very well cook I will bear that in mind.” I agreed. “You needs a wife that’s what you needs,” she pointed out rather unnecessarily, “You ‘ent no batchelor and that’s a fact.” “Yes thank you cook, when I need your advice I will ask for it.” I advised. “Don’t stop you wanting your nob sucked though do it?” she came back. “You find a nice wench and woo her, if you want’s my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a shilling, there’s lots of wenches would jump at chance.” “Really? Here? Twenty miles from civlisation?” I queried. “There’s the vicar’s daughter.” she said. “Dear god she’s fatter than you, and uglier,” I pointed out. “I spose it be a back hand compel-ment when you says it like that,” she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. softcore I sat down for a moment. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent, “I spose I better have a suck or striptease you won’t get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare head in morning.” she usually opined, between regular disappearances to check on her baking. Some time later she came to find me, “Why don’t you buy an ‘ore?” she asked. “Disease, Cook, Disease.” I explained. “Then get a pure ‘un, some gentlewoman fell on hard times,” she suggested. “Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate times, ‘Whore required, suit fallen gentlewoman,” I enquired. “Don’t be a pillock, advertise for a Governess!” she suggested. “Right some prim virginal impoverished girl,” I sighed. “What’s her going to do if you takes her eh?” she asked, “Tell her mommy? I don’t think so, her best bet will be to have you make her an offer see?” “Cook you have a nasty devious mind,” I agreed, “I shall write the advertisment forthwith.” I did as she said, ‘Governess required for single gentleman erotic situate in a quiet country estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. Please apply... etc...etc.’ and I sent it the following morning with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to catch the post coach to Harrogate. I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the post teasing house in Harrogate to check for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble abode was arranged. She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths’ lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Cooks ample personage as one might imagine. “Miss Fortesque,” I greeted her, as I heard the girls clatter of their arrival over the cobble stones. “You found us then.” “Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the edge of the world,” she admitted, “I have never been so frightened in my life.” “Ah Aimscott scar, not for the faint hearted!” I agreed, “But come on in, send the cart away for now and I shall send the lad to recall it when we are done.” "Well, you know we’ve always been close, because of my parents and all. Making her open her legs wide, Sarah started first with her hair trimmers and a comb. I pulled him out again and motioned for him to fuck me. He got a smile on his face, then walked behind me. I raised erotic myself up so I could look back and saw my mother took him into her mouth first as she suck her own juices off of his cock. She was my girls Mommy, Daddy's first daughter. marrying your Mom, but you as well." You know that.” This is no ordinary stone. “Don’t give me that shit you haven’t got any friends, you come home right now!” He yelled. “Do you softcore striptease see that cliff?” He surprised me by changing the subject. She began to bob up and down licking, sucking, and swallowing teasing my cock.