She'll never have to fuck you again."Cromwell felt his face flush with anger. He started to say something, but the other man raised a hand, cutting hi... off. "Please, Mr. Cromwell, be honest with yourself. Your wife is a self-centered, manipulative bitch. She married you for money and prestige. I suspect you were so bedazzled by her looks that you didn't see her true nature. I can't say I blame you: fabulous tits and fucked like a banshee before you married her, didn't she?" He spoke in the same. I could not understand why Helena had been replaced by her husband in the bed…I moved a little, just rubbing his cock with my satin thong…Neither one of us saying a word, but we could hear each other breathing. While pretending to still be with my eyes closed, I continued to rub his cock. I was getting hotter by the second and now I wanted more… I really wanted to feel his cock in my hungry cunt. Helena’s husband had fucked me more than one time and I was missing his hard thick cock. But I. Perhaps that should read changed ... tension between him and their younger daughter and were glad.Peter and Dulcie noticed the change; it was particularly noticeable that Paul was less tense when with Dulcie. In many churches there is a practice during Communion services, called 'The Peace' during which members of the congregation greet one another, perhaps with a handshake, sometimes an embrace or even a 'family' kiss. The idea is to confront people and try to make sure they've resolved any. I speculated that she shaved it closely because that was the fad with young girls these days.I suspected she was reading my mind because she blushed as my thoughts moved to imaging how tight she might be because she was so young.You could say I was at least in lust if not in love because my dick was so hard that I had to cross my legs under the table to hide my erection.Gloria that that moment to reach under the table and grasp my shaft and her touch was all I needed to cream my underpants with.