The following day was nice, bright and sunny, ideal biking weather for the UK. I set off and met up with Matt as arranged. From there, I led us up the...motorway a few miles before turning off onto some nicer ‘twisty’s’ just made for biking.On arrival, Matt got us a couple of beers and we sat outside in the sun on a grass bank where he told me what happened between him and Jackie. I won’t go into the details here in this story as it’s all very personal between Matt and Jackie and it wouldn’t be. Watch how he makes her tight hole all slick with her own juices. Do that to me and fuck me in the ass!" I watched and I saw him rubbing his cock head over the girl's pussy, sliding it up and back over her puckered ass, making it very wet and slippery just before pushing his cock in deep.It was amazing listening to the girl begging to be fucked in the ass while Mrs. Marek was next to me wanting the same treatment. I stood to remove my jeans and stepped over behind Mrs. Marek. I began sliding my. ..she said with a whisper. The tip of her finger was between the lips now, slowly caressing herself. “Well, are you?“A...a little..“Good...go on, Joan…She moaned softly as the fingertip disappeared inside her. Why did this have to excite her?He was holding her around her wrist now, not letting her move her hand. “You have talent for this” he said. Then she could hear him drinking again and then the sound of the beer bottle being put away somewhere. She twitched when he put his other hand on her. That's what I do, after all: I'm a missionary.That's where she sent me: to a mission. A church, I mean, a tall gothic affair with a bell and a hunchback and everything. The stained glass windows depicted saints bleeding and crucified in many creative ways. It felt like home, at least to my blood it did. To my corpse brain it just felt creepy, but I'm a creep myself so that was okay."Hello," I called. "I'm looking for a priest of some kind?" I'm a priest," said the hunchback."Not you," I said.