I'd just gotten to the food bar when a man and woman I judged to be in there middle fifties, smiled at the couple and said, "what a wonderful surprise...seeing you reverend Patterson and your lovely wife Johanna. As they stood making small talk about church I returned with a plate of shrimp and sat down, thinking what the hell's up with the preachers wife, smiling at me with that come play with me smile. Was the preacher not taking care of the little woman in bed, or was the preachers wife. If you have any ideas on that, please let me know."I looked at Nick for a second, wondering if I should ask him to explain why he disliked me so much. I guess it didn't matter too much any more, so I just said, "Thank you all. John and Jessica, please stay for a minute"Evie and Nick left the room with Evie giving me a look that promised a lot if I ever saw her at the yoga studio. I studiously ignored it though. 'Focus', I kept telling myself.When the door closed, I told both of them that I felt. As he stood behind me, Sawyer was teasing my erect nipples between my fingers. I could feel his erection pressing into my back.“Oh baby, hold me tight. Don’t let me float away.”I was rocking my hips slightly as the pulsating water stimulated my sensitive clitoris. I was growing very aroused by the intense sensation on my little 'nubbins'. After a few moments I could feel my orgasm building, "Oh, fuck….I am going to cum again….” I panted, struggling to keep my voice to a whisper.He held me. No one in the world could describe Jean as old. Her forty-year-old body was as trim as someone half her age, firm tits, flat belly, and neatly trimmed pussy.“God, no, that will never happen. You are the greatest mum anyone could ever have.”“Well, there must be something on your mind. Come on spill the beans, tell mummy or she won't wank this off anymore,” Jean giggled and tugged her son's semi-hard cock.“You remember me telling you about Becky, she's in my year at college. Well, we've been sort.