The couple looked at each other awkwardly. If they didn't work, what would they eat?
Obviously, that was impossible.
But continuing might lead to trouble. What should they do?
"Why don't we go find the village chief?"
The man asked tentatively.
"What good ideas could he possibly have?"
The woman scoffed, but didn't stop or object. She knew they were out of options; they might as well try anything.
Back at their lodgings, Wang Mei was still taking care of the child, weaving a bamboo basket as well.
"The teacher's back?"
"Yes, he's back. Here's a box of candy for the children."
Zhao An nodded to Wang Mei, sensing something strange in her expression.
She listened intently. "This teacher looks quite young. No wonder Grandma likes him. He was quite noisy last night, and he's so energetic today. He really is young!"
Okay, so Wang Mei already knew.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Pang Wanjing couldn't help but babble during her climax last night, alternating between suppressing her moans and letting out wanton cries.
The house wasn't big, and the soundproofing was poor. Wang Mei wasn't deaf; she must have heard everything.
She just didn't expose her; that would make everyone uncomfortable, so she pretended nothing had happened.
Thinking of this…
A lewd smile crept onto Zhao An's lips. Since she liked playing dumb, he could be even bolder!
He went to the kitchen. Pang Wanjing was still steaming rice, cooking with firewood.
Few people in the mountains used gas stoves.
Because refilling gas cylinders was inconvenient. This place was all mountains; they could just go up and chop firewood.
Although it was a bit of a hassle, at least it didn't cost money.
Seeing Zhao An return, a smile appeared on her otherwise ordinary face. "You're back. Take a rest; dinner will be ready soon."
Her tone was gentle, as if she were speaking to her husband.
Zhao An embraced Pang Wanjing from behind, his large hands caressing her breasts. They were incredibly soft, too large to be grasped in one hand, and slightly sagging.
After all, she was getting on in years.
But they were undeniably soft and comfortable.
"I want more!"
Pang Wanjing, of course, knew what Zhao An meant. She shifted slightly, her large buttocks moving a little shyly, and said, "How about tonight? Not now."
"I want it now, it's alright. Wang Mei is outside taking care of the child; we can do it standing up."
Zhao An finished speaking and kissed Pang Wanjing's lips, deftly pulling down her pants, revealing her fair, large buttocks.
Although the contrast between her tanned calves and pale thighs created a striking visual effect, this contrast only excited Zhao An more. This was the result of hard work!
Pang Wanjing obediently braced herself against the stove, reluctantly spreading her legs, and whispered, "Okay, you have to hurry, don't get caught."
What else could she do? Her docile nature made her treat Pang Wanjing like her husband; if her husband wanted her, could she refuse?
"I'll be quick, wife, you're so good!"
Zhao An didn't care about anything else; he just wanted to possess the docile peasant woman before him and continue expanding his harem.
His penis pressed against Pang Wanjing's vaginal opening, not yet wet, so he began to knead her breasts, playing with her two large, papaya-like breasts, while simultaneously stroking her sensitive clitoris, his large mouth kissing Pang Wanjing's small mouth.
This three-pronged attack quickly overwhelmed Pang Wanjing.
This tingling pleasure spread throughout her entire body.
Already at the age of primal urges, she was easily aroused by even the slightest stimulation, her juices flowing freely until they soaked her glans.
Pang Wanjing's breathing quickened; her desire was spreading!
Feeling the man's large penis, Pang Wanjing twisted her hips, actively grabbing Zhao An's hand and thrusting her hips back.
*Plop!*
The penis was easily taken into Pang Wanjing's body, returning to its warm, tight passage.
Even after last night's intense lovemaking, it was still so tight and supple, not too tight to be difficult, nor too loose to be unresponsive.
This perfect balance of tightness and looseness provided the man with the most lasting experience and the most comfortable enjoyment.
"Oh...husband...I want..."
Pang Wanjing relaxed a bit, deliberately letting out soft moans; she wanted the man to ejaculate as quickly as possible.
That way, she wouldn't be discovered.
One hand braced against the stove, the other gripping the man's arm, her buttocks swaying forcefully, trying to meet his thrusts.
Slap, slap, slap…
Zhao An's thrusts were blocked by Pang Wanjing's small hand, making no sound.
But each time, the docile mature woman let out a muffled groan.
Her vaginal canal tightened in waves, and gushes of hot fluid flowed from deep within her body, making Zhao An's thrusts easier.
Each deep penetration was immersed in her warm love fluid, and each contraction of the beautiful woman's vaginal walls brought Zhao An even more stimulating pleasure. The two, enjoying their pleasure, seemed to be strolling in an ocean of joy.
The unique smell of sweat, coupled with soft panting.
The firewood burned, occasionally crackling and popping as it touched the crucial parts, masking the panting of the couple making love.
"Wife...you're so good...so tight down there...ah...so good..." Zhao An praised Pang Wanjing as he fucked her.
Women dress up for those they love; it's perfectly normal.
What woman doesn't want to be praised?
Especially during sex, it's easy to lose yourself.
Pang Wanjing was also happy, turning around with difficulty to kiss Zhao An, actively licking his lips and sucking his tongue forcefully.
She knew men liked kissing while fucking; he'd done it almost every time he ejaculated last night.
Mature women know how to be considerate and seductive; to make a man ejaculate quickly, experience and technique are both indispensable.