"What are you doing?" I heard my wife saying.He said nothing and with both hands he tried to spread her legs full apart."Leave me alone, my husband is...here." Ana cried, trying to keep her thighs closed.But the man was more powerful, and he managed to find his way to her panties."Oh my…" Ana moaned and I knew that he was feeling her pussy above her panties.Then suddenly I slammed the men's room door making a hard noise. Then slowly I moved to the curtain exit. I came out and saw the stranger. This delightfully tortuous suspense did not last too long. The next afternoon shortly after midday, Mistress Harbury arrived at accompanied by another young married lady, Mrs Ransome whose spouse was a middle-aged, red-faced squire. As it was such a beautiful day, they asked the curate to take a walk with them, in order to explain the finer points of the Sunday sermon.He had no parish duties to attend to and thought no harm could come of accompanying two ladies rather than the danger of being. I wasn'tallowed to ring him and he, obviously, wasn't in a position to ring me. AsI left his flat each time he would suggest when we might next meet up.To ensure my compliance he would draw me to him and kiss me long andsweetly while his hand stroked my bottom.It was in the last week of the summer holidays and David had suggested,rather surprisingly, that he would take me out to lunch to a local Italianrestaurant to celebrate all we had done over the weeks. It was agonysitting next to him on. Sob..sob..." the line cut. So here i was gunning my bike through rain, wind and poodles of water at 1 am on a frigid december night. All of it was a soup and one that was going to scald me. The female of human species is not only dangerous but also delirious. "Give me a towel" I said with as much as chagrin as its possible to put in a whisper. Having let myself in using the duplicate key, I had come straight to her room. It was bathed in a soft pearlish gloom. The door to terrace was open and.