The words, archaic, dignified and elegant, seemed to flow round her without much conscious meaning, but most of all, she was conscious of a Presence; ...arm, welcoming, loving, that brought a sense of peace, security and ... what? Not happiness, exactly ... completion? Satisfaction? Whatever it was, she was content to just soak it up. She sat in her place long after the service ended and Peter had removed his robes and left. When she did pay attention to her surroundings once more, she looked. Then he related the games they had played every day since it all started.“The fucking horny bitch,” said Maggie. The realisation that their daughter had been playing them both hit her hard.“The games we used to play during the week, the furtive glances, the stolen moments and she was fucking you all the time,” replied Maggie.They both fell silent. They both pondered the confessions and recent events. They both looked at each other. Then Mike took Maggie’s hand and kissed it.“What are we going. . uhm ... working on ... ehh ... a ... watch! Yeah, working on a watch." "Oh, I'm pretty good with things like that, you know rebuilding old watches is a hobby of mine. Would you like me to take a crack at it?" "Uhh ... No ... I've got to do this ... you know me, never back down from a challenge, ha ha ... practice makes perfect ... maybe if I keep trying I'll be half as good as you someday ... ha ha ... thanks anyway!" "Yep, that's my Min. Never ask for help." Her voice sobered and she looked. I was dimly aware that she had raised her head at the contact, but I just flattened my palms on her thighs, massaging her warm, silky flesh as my tongue burrowed deeper, and drove her to orgasm before she could react in any particular way to my touch.When I finished, I gave no indication that I had done anything different.I progressed slowly thereafter, starting with caressing her thighs and hips while I pleasured her, and gradually progressing to holding her hips while I made love to her pussy.