Several of the younger ones sat on bean-bags or pouffes, but most of us had comfortable seats. Well ... for a start, quite a lot of it was in Scottish...Gaelic, though I wasn't sure if some might have been Norwegian or Danish; I don't speak any of them, so I couldn't be sure. But the singing was intensely moving. I might not have understood the words, but the emotions came through clearly. The speech was almost musical in itself. The homily – too short to call it a sermon – I think he translated. He couldn't place it but it had adifferent flavor. It was on the salty side he thought then he thought ittasted somewhat like orange juice. He knew he had to drink it so hesucked and sucked.Before they left he had to have a bowel movement. He lost count of howmany bowel movenments he had today. They left and soon arrived home.Janet told him it was baby's bedtime. She changed his diaper and got hisnightie on him. Then she locked him in the crib.He couldn't believe it when he had another bowel. I installed an internet tracker on your laptop. I know all your dirty little secrets. You are a dirty boy."My heart stopped for a moment but I still thought she was bluffing. She couldn't have seen my internet sites. I was sure she was playing a game so I decided to go with it. "Yes I am," I replied as she continued to stroke and squeeze my dick. "What do you plan on doing with your new found knowledge?" "I'll be right back you dirty boy," Casey said as she climbed out of bed and walked to her. "You like that slut, me fucking your mouth?" I gave a muffled "Yes!" With that she began fucking my face harder and faster.After fucking my face she pulled the dick out and gently slapped my cheeks and tongue with it. She told me, "Get up slut! Turn around and bend over the bed so I can see what you have got under that skirt." I obeyed her command and strutted over to the bed and slowly bent over the side. I could feel my already short skirt rise up to reveal my panty clad ass. The thin string.