‘No! Just helping out.’ There was an awkward silence. I looked at her, her black hair was a mess, no makeup on, and she was a little funky from a ...weaty night under the sheets sleeping off her drinks. She seemed to sense it, ‘I must look awful,’ she sniffed under her arms, ‘…and shit! I smell awful. I’m sorry, let me wash up and we will go to lunch. Or maybe dinner.’ ‘I think it is a little too messy outside to do that. You are fine. I can cook dinner,’ to underscore my point the quiet snow had. She would tut and then be as wet as the local mere when I entered her. I never called her a hypocrite, I knew it would upset her, but she was.Wenneuereia was still wanting to convert the people, on the special day, she would hold meetings and explain the beliefs. I attended sometimes, but not often, I’d had enough of Roman and Celtic religion to now take up a new one.But she was good for me. There were times when I would have reverted – to what? To the cruelty of the Romans or of the Celts? I. She had enjoyed the massage immensely and the subsequent stimulation of her pussy and ass by fingers and tongue even more but she was ready to be a more active participant in this event. She started to roll over causing Paul to stop what he was doing and look at her questioningly. When he realized her intentions he thought she wanted him to dive in and get her off after all, but Phoebe stopped him."No. It's my turn now. Why don't you bring that beautiful piece of man-meat up here so I can get a. Simons. I’m sure she’s cool.”With that, Bryan reached out his hand holding the joint to Lori, “Aren’t you, Mrs. Simons.”Lori liked the idea that these two teens would think her cool, so she accepted Bryan’s offer and sucked in the illegal substance.Bryan smiled, “See, Tim. She’s cool.” Bryan’s eyes seemed to drift down to Lori’s chest and stay there. Having boobs bigger than most, Lori was used to guys sneaking a peek. But this was outright staring.“You’ve heard people talk about Mrs. Simons..