Kiss, and I was away.So, with the preachers daughter trained and now my sub, it was time to start on the preachers wife. So, Thursday, an hour after J...imie arrived at our house, I had purposely not fucker her since Tuesday this week. I wanted LOTS of cum for Pam, the preachers wife. I arrived at the preachers parsonage and knocked, ringing the bell. Pam answered, wearing a conservative knee length summer dress which complimented her 38 D tits just fine. She was also a brunette, like her. She put her hands around my neck and leaned in as if to kiss me. But she almost passed out again, plopping her pretty head on my shoulder. I shook her awake again.“Hey… hey…,” I said, shaking her shoulder till she woke up again, “Keys? Where are the keys?”She fumbled around looking for them, asking me if I wanted to come in. “Nah, thanks.” But I’m just glad she wasn’t planning on giving me a blowjob! I thought to myself.She was fishing the keys out of her purse herself. She handed them to me,. I always received pointed glances of longing while wearing them, and that was often the prelude to my urges. My sensible undies came with them, and there was just the little bit of my secretions on the warm gusset. I looked at the counter in front of me. There were various washed vegetables in a bowl and on the cutting board, most of them still uncut. I considered the small skinny Italian eggplant. It had a slightly bulbous end to it, just the right length and girth to my horny mind.Feeling. Thanks a lot, Cathy." The whole time, Andy noticed changes to her voice. It wasn't as high and melodious as Andrea's, but it wasn't as deep and rich as Andrew's either. It was a sort of cross between the two. Cathy just winced. "I'm sorry, Andy, it's just... oh God... what have I done?" She sobbed uncontrollably into Andy's heaving chest. Andy cried back. They just stood there sobbing for two hours until Harry entered the room."Hey, gals, wanna go to the playhouse? 'Our Town' is opening.