His hands were quick and skilled with his pants, dropping them to the floor to reveal the thick swelling cock. He did not need the build up he would expect normally from a saloon girl, this was something familiar yet foreign. She looked to much like Clara down to the detail of her triangle trimmed patch of pubic hair. His eyes rolled up her body, deep in lust until he met her eyes.<em>You look just like her...</em>He thought to himself before he stepped out of the pants to walk forward.<br/><br/>Bending forward he placed his hands on her knees to part them before settling between them. He did not know what to say, Uther was a man of action not words and this was no different. Grabbing at himself he choked up on his own hardening shaft before he pressed it at the the swollen folds to the waiting slit. Glancing between them he sunk himself in and was surprised to find just how excited she was and how that itself made him throb with his own arousal before he sank deep into her body, stretching parts of her that had not seen a man in a long time!<br/><br/>Uther trapped a deep groan in his throat as his chest pressed against her soft inviting breasts. Both hands slid along her sides, bracing himself on the bed as he drew out of her for the first time only to greedily thrust back into her after locking his knees onto the bed. The position was far to intimate for such an encounter but he reminded it by burying his face into her neck, ravaging her neck with hungry kisses and nibbles as he began to pound away into her tight little ore.<br/><br/>This was not act of love making, it was fucking, something that had been building up since they had met and when Sarah began to dress like his deceased wife and love of his life.