Five hundred miles away from where I started from this morning. Why am I five hundred miles away from home? Well, let me start from the beginning. My ...ame is Darla Cummings My husband is Reverend Paul Cummings. I'm forty six years old, long straight, almost black hair, dark brown eyes. Five foot nine inches tall. My breasts are round and full with a natural uplift. A 25 inch waist that seems almost to small for my 38 hips. Paul is forty four. Five foot seven inches tall, a hundred and sixty. " Get started doing what?" she asked."You know, cleaning the lake." Oh, yeah."I opened the screen door and held it for her, like my father had taught me."Thank you," she said.I followed her inside, enjoying the view.I put together two bowls of my usual Fruit Loops, found some spoons, and carried everything to the table Gina had selected. I sat across from her instead of next to her so I could look at her. I think she figured that out because she blushed a little when she caught me."I can't eat. ”With Bradley’s substantial cock humping upwards excitedly, I listened to the cacophonic harmonies of my two handlers. My sauna induction was turning into a magnum opus, and as their groans and grunts reached fever pitch, two pairs of hands pushed me onto my knees.Lashings of spunk soon followed as I got bathed in the sweat seed of life. As I knelt on the tiled floor panting, chuckles broke out from above. Exhausted, gratified, and totally sated, I smiled at both guys.“I need to shower and use. It was barely large enough to get a good view, but as I stood there wondering who made the hole, the stall door opened and a young woman entered. I was transfixed by being able to peek in on her. I quickly closed my closet door so that there was no chance for any light from my office to give me away. I sat down on a box quietly and watched her go to the bathroom. I decided to approach my wife with a plan to expand our horizons.After the young woman finished and left, I studied the layout. The.