“True,” he chuckled. “So...”“How early can you be home?”“Noon?”“Okay. I can take the morning off.”“You’re your own boss,” he...reminded her.“A busy boss,” she reminded him.“I’ll work when I get home.”“Please.”They looked at each other, not being demonstrative in front of her kids. It had been a loving weekend with him and her and Cheryl. Just the three of them. Cheryl and Joe would be with Joanne, and then be with each other, having sated their other lover. Everyone else seemed to have parties. One of these parties was going on and I was up my friends James room playing video games. These parties are great as there is alot of food and the grownups get all drunk and crazy. We were playing our game when Mrs. Clark busted thru the door and asked if she could use the bathroom. We told her go ahead and she stumbled her way into there. She forgot to close the door and we could hear her peeing. Mrs. Clark is a normal woman, average looks. She is a big wheel at the church and does alot of. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink and now definitely glittering with moisture. She gently inserted one finger, first up to the knuckle, then all the way, and I heard a sharp intake of breath which she covered with another soft cough. Her mother glanced over absently, but saw nothing and returned to her Quran.Zainab's eyes met mine and she nodded her head slightly in the direction of. He thought of another tact. "Why are you at this church." he paused for a moment, realized how he might be coming across, and continued before either could answer. "I am glad you two are planning to be married and I would love for this to work out, but I need to have some idea of the situation." His smile made the two want to trust him.Greg started trying to be very careful of his words, "We can't get married where we live." The minister leaned forward.Sensing one interpretation, Sarah.