One Saturday morning about 11am I went to her appartment, and she answered the door in her robe. Now she is not a late sleeper, so I was wondering why...she wasn’t dressed. Anyway, I started to make my move to seduce her knowing she had nothing on under that robe. It took a while, but I finally got the robe off her and was doing the fore play stuff sucking her nice tits and kissing her. I began to move down from her tits and was kissing her belly, then tried to move to eat her pussy. She was. She stood, still holding my one hand. I eyed the back of the chair, feeling a little nervous. Her fingers massaged mine lightly. God I love Lucia. "I suppose it's part of your adjustment," she said. "You know we encourage long term relationships, but if you two choose to remain totally exclusive, then why would you join?" Why indeed? It had seemed so right, joining, even if surprising for Charles and me. I recalled the gallery opening when the artist, Lucia, had introduced herself to us,. He pulled out a little bit of banana and chewed on it. Then he covered her entire pussy with his mouth and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner. Claire d****d her legs over his shoulders and began shaking in ecstasy. Sasha began to rub her pussy faster as she watched Mike make love to her new lover’s cunt. Mike loved how Claire was responding to his pussy eating. She had a handful of his beautiful coal black hair in her hand and her body thrashed upward to meet his tongue. “Oooooh weeeeee baby!. It was the father. But he did not have the candle with him. I could just make out the image of the Vicar getting into the Confessional.“Oh thank god you didn’t take so long,” my mom said.“Hmm..,” the priest replied.“Shall I begin?” my mom asked.The priest did not say anything. He lit a candle and handed it over to mom. Moms face could clearly be seen while the priest’s face was hidden behind the window of the confessional. My mom started her list of sins. I could just make out what she was.