Shortly after

Mira went straight upstairs to the bathroom to wash up. You could see her tousled hair out of the corner of your eye. Her apron was also wrinkled and not all the buttons on her top were closed again.

The farmer sat down at another table further back in the hall. He was sweaty and was breathing heavily.

"Can I get you a drink?" you asked him after you had thrown the potatoes into the pot and your cock had calmed down again.

"Uhh... no, thanks. I think my wife is already waiting for me at home. I'd better get going."

A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and he had to gasp several times as he spoke. He rummaged in his pocket and put 20 gold on the table.

"That's far too much," you reply, but the farmer just waved his hand away.

"Take it."

"I can't, you didn't even order anything!"

"Believe me my friend, your Inn is a lifesaver for me. You deserve it."

Then he walked out into the street, back to his wife and his ..6..7, or was it 8? children.