Rebecca with some more careful handling

You head out with Rebecca to get some more water for the day. As you walk by the bangin' milf, you make some small talk.

"You're so beautiful, Mrs. B," you tell her casually.

"Methinks thou are much too bold, sir," she states. "Dost it not bother thee that I am much older than thou?"

"Nah, you been keeping that figure tight and sexy."

"Sir, please," Rebecca states, as she takes a few more glances at you. "I'm still married. Still, I thank thee for thine compliments."

"Does your husband ever tell you how much you still got it going on?"

"No," Rebecca states curtly. "No he does not."

"Damn, his loss."

Soon, you are back by the stream you were at yesterday. You collect the water and hoist it on your back. Thoughts of what happened yesterday, namely you spilling your chest and somehow turning that into a cool fondlin' session come back to mind, but that probably won't work out again.

"Are thou paying attention to the ground?" Rebecca asks.

"Yep. Don't worry Mrs. B, I won't spill the cold water again."

"No?"

"Nope."

Splash.

You turn around and see Rebecca with the front of her splashed with water, looking at you expectantly. Um, you didn't splash her this time. Soo...

"Oh, sir, it appears I have splashed cold water on my chest. By accident. Here, let's return to where we went yesterday."

What a naughty pilgrim.

In a few minutes, you are back by the tree you were at yesterday, with Rebecca standing against the same tree. She watches you carefully.

"Unbutton that top and pop those titties out!" you say.

"Oh my!" Rebecca says as she follows your directions. She unbuttons the top part of her dress, every second her titties not on display a tragedy of the highest ordeal. But then, when all hope seems lost, finally there they are, her glorious knockers. "What are you-ooh!"

In but a moment, you shove your face into her bosom, appreciating these tits they were meant to be. Sucking on her nips, kissing them all over, picking them up to find they got a nice weight to them.

"My goodness! Simon never appreciated my bosom the way you are right now!"

"You like that Mrs. B?"

"I," Mrs. B begins, gulping in nervousness. "I think I do-oooh!" Her body then shakes and convulses, her breath shortens, and she momentarily drops to her knees, though you manage to catch her. Shit, did she just orgasm? Just from lovin' on her big milktanks? Damn, she must have been really, really needing it. You help her to her feet. "I don't know what happened, but, goodness, I have never felt so good in my life."

She looks to you and you look to her. In a moment, the two of you are in a hot frenching, and Rebecca seems to have a bit more confidence in it. She does unfortunately call it off and you head home, but you feel you made some good progress on her.