Today Jill was driving to visit the fodder buyer for a safari park. This had been a stately home until the impoverished owner had been forced first to...open the house to the public and then to build the famous drive-through zoo.The owner was a well known eccentric earl who preferred painting and womanising to running the park. Despite this he had ensured that he was present at both her previous visits, ostensibly to discuss business with her and his buyer. Both times he had managed to get her. Later, I learned from Kris why: "Because, turkey, Sister Diane is madly in love with the guy, but won't even admit it to herself. Especially not to herself." Steve Chamberlain... ?" I murmured."That's the name," Kris agreed."Oh, dear! This is going to be very funny ... I think." I thought for a few moments, reviewing what I knew and what I had heard about Steve Chamberlain. Then it all came into sharp focus: that mental computer and indexing power at work."Honey," I began, "Steve Chamberlain. I have to get to church." I kept masturbating slowly, and after a few seconds, she said, "Damn it Trev...I'm horny too!" She undid her belt, and unbuttoned her dress. While she did, I pulled off my t-shirt and sweatpants, and she sat on the bed next to me. "A good hand job will have to suffice," she said as she wrapped her hand around my purple throbbing penis. The bra was supported her breasts well, but the movement of her arm caused them to sway. "Oh my," she whispered, "You are leaking all. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for.