“Mistress,” I said, taking Emma’s hand and kissing it. As she passed by Jess, Jess leaned in and whispered in her ear.“Go along with anything ... say, got it?”Emma gave her a terse little nod.Brent’s eyes were drawn to Jess’ voluptuous tits, but he caught himself and looked away before anyone (besides me) noticed. His anxiety level was somewhere around an 11. Jess saw and closed in on him.She moved in front of him and took both of his hands in hers, standing directly before him. She moved his. She heaved a sigh. She lifted a leg up, leaning it against the back of the couch. This left her pussy open even more. She looked down at her cunt. Her plump, gleaming pink pussy certainly showed no signs of age. She was a sexy, desirable woman. She told herself that it was not a rejection of her own worth and desirability as a woman, but just her bad luck to marry a philanderer and have a Quisling of a daughter in her own house. But as much as she told herself that, her drunken pathetic mind. Connie on the other hand was not wearing her sexy bra and panties. Instead, she was wearing one of Melissa's t-shirts, which hung on her like a night gown."Good morning," answered Connie, returning Charles' smile with one of her own."Looks like you guys were ravenous," Charles said as he joined them at the table."We were," replied Melissa innocently, while Connie blushed in response, "so Mom made us a great big breakfast. If you're hungry, I can get her to make you breakfast as well." No, I'm. “Should I ask?”“It was mentioned in the booklet!”“Oh right, I think I avoided that page. Speaking of which….” Alexis looked back into the wagon, where riders put their luggage and possessions. Among the bags were several stacks of Sophia’s booklets. “So, what are we doing with these?”“Spreading the good word,” said Cyrilo. They reached the market and disembarked from the wagon. While Sophia carried Cyrilo, Alexis pulled a small cart filled with booklets like a rolling suitcase. On this.