Ballard said and now I was looking very hot, maybe even hotter than I did when I came into work today.Driving home hundreds of things raced through my...mind. One moment I saw proud of myself then another I was sick with myself. I was going crazy, I felt like I was two different people in one body, I felt like a trapped, used abused wife that loved her husband, however I also felt like a cock hungry slut that would do anything to feel a climax over and over again. I made it home and went straight. ”For some reason he wasn’t going to introduce himself, so I asked. Like I say, I’m not religious. There’s only one person I’ve ever called ‘father’ and that’s usually when I’m taking the piss out of him with Kate. Still, if he introduced himself as Father suchandsuch, I’d have to be polite.“So what’s your name, if I may ask?”Hat Guy piped up:“You may call him...” he began, but Mr. Toupee raised his hand and smiled.“George. An’ dees ees Father Vincenzo. He ... ees ... my ... assistant.”Father. Whilst not as big as what she normally enjoyed, at eight inches Jeff was impressive enough to give Rosie the odd improper thought. Just as she was wondering if she should treat him Ben decided to get in on the act and jumped up at Rosie and knocked her to the ground tipping the bowl of water everywhere in the process, though most of it went over Rosie. “Ben stop it now,” Rosie squealed as she tried to push the heavy dog away and eventually managed to stand but her clothes were slightly ripped. I was sporting a major hard, climbed between my wife's legs and slipped my dick easily into her pussy causing an instant orgasm on her part. We ended up having sex the rest of the night, finally falling asleep. The next morning while sitting at the kitchen table having our morning coffee my wife said that she really enjoyed last night. I said our having sex or those three black dicks you sucked. My wife gave a sheepish smile and said it was both and that just telling me what happened made her.