She waited for me while I had the battery changed in my watch, then I grabbed her hand, and as we walked out the door, I told her “that was so hot, ...aving you cum on my hand, but now I want to find somewhere to finish it off”. “I can't, I can't,” she said, “my husband will be waiting for me, he knows I've only gone to drop off the watches.”“Then why were you so forward, pushing yourself at me and getting me all hot and horny?” I said, a little frown on my face.“Oh he knows I like to play games. . guess she couldn't." Damn... I know... my Mom has said the same thing..." Would it be alright with you if we did that? I mean I couldn't do any more than you have already done with my Mom..." You mean you want to fuck some other guys?"Susan had her hand on his relaxed cock as they talked and now she felt it start to grow. He liked the idea at least."No honey, not necessarily... unless you want me to... I have to admit I wonder what other guys are like. It might be fun." Who did you have in. It was even more troublesome when he recognized the penitent, as he did when Sister Mary Marilyn, a devoted second-grade teacher at the parish school, began to confess to him twice a month at his Saturday night absolution duty. In the beginning, she spoke in general terms, but after a few months, she revealed that all her sexual fantasies focused on him alone. He was stunned, but the Catholic priestess could intuitively sense that his nervous efforts to chastise her were obstructive barriers. I guess I just never knew what type or how much help she was prepared to give him.So it seemed Tom had asked Joan if she would be able to visit on the pretext of looking at what work needed to be done and give him some direction on what he could or should do to make it presentable to resell if that’s where he was heading. Maybe if he could refocus and get his shit together he could get new flat mates or even tenants to help towards his mortgage and not need to sell, he had told her.Strange.