He quickly wiped his mouth with a kerchief - couldn't let anybodynotice any lip paint - and started towards Yingling's meeting.* * * * *Martha Yinglin... stood in the door to her husband's study. "Morecoffee, gentlemen?" She held a tray with a steaming coffee pot, asugar bowl, and a small creamer."We're fine for now, my dear," the Reverend replied. "Just put the potover there, if you would." He pointed to a table in the corner.She put the tray down on the table. "Very well, then, Thad. Will. I was into this so much, but it all crashed down when I heard my wifes voice. +++I panicked. What had I just done. This was not how we did things, we talked a lot about stuff before hand and I worried that she would be upset. But the grin on her face told me she wasn’t as she swam up with the younger guy. “You have been naughty. Can I have some of that dick,” she said. “The bus ride was a little lonely. I struck out but I see you have been busy,” she said. “Sure, of course you can have some,” I. Slowly they removed each other's skirt and jacket, mouths still glued together, long strings of saliva dripping occasionally from their lips when they parted for air. Each woman had a hand inside the other's panties frigging and fingering until suddenly mum shuddered and a flood of urine gushed through Jill's fingers as she came.I kept the camera fixed on Jill's lovely face as she turned and licked every last drop from her fingers whilst mum sank into a chair before her legs gave way."Give me a. Babs went round the bed carrying the breakfast beneath a gleaming lid. Setting the tray on Leanne's lap she whipped off the lid. "Here's your breakfast as ordered," she said with as serious a face as she could, "Enjoy it Mistress!"Leanne frowned and opened her eyes with a struggle. One look at the plate, combined with the fried smell was enough. More than enough. "Oh god," was all she said before throwing up onto the tray.Babs chuckled and said, "Aww doesn't Mistress want her brekkie?" Leanne.