Heard the Latin. Smelled the incense.It had been a long time since she'd been in a church. She was conscious of the inappropriateness of her summer dr...ss, with its bare shoulders and too-high hem. It was too warm to wear panties. The church ladies had stared at her.But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense. We sat together in companionable silence for over five minutes. We finished our coffees and Pat said, "Mister Dan, Mark is going to help me cook breakfast. Don't linger too long or it will be cold."I wasn't sure how much cooking she expected from me. The answer was none. She wanted to talk and for me to listen and answer questions. She was starting the meal with quick, practiced motions and said, "Mark, what's the program? I'm talking about us not generally." Pat, I'm not totally sure. We are. I took off my d-cup bra and slid my hands down my flat stomache urging my underwear off my round ass and letting it slide to the floor.I had shaved so my pussy was as smooth as when I first started playing with myself, only I was a little more filled out now.I unwrapped the carrot and laying on the bed I began to slide it up and down my slit but was suprised at how cold it was.I regarded the carrot for a moment. It was the right shape and hardness for the job but the chill wasn't pleasing at. Elise was asked tojoin them as well but chose to just stew in her own room so she didn'thave to deal with Ophelia's looming questions. The girls went to bedafter their drinks and a hug and kiss from Ophelia and Paige with Annesmiling in her sleep as she relished the affection.Bryan arrived late and upset Harrison as he entered. Bryan didn't playHarrison's games and told him that he was not going to let Harrison actlike a jerk especially toward his wife, niece, and foster child.Harrison dared.