At the time I was a serving police officer so my hours of work were haphazard to say the least, mobile phones were not invented then so communication ...as difficult to say the least compared with today so if I had a sudden change of hours or got called out on some panic or other I could not let Gillian know only by phone or leaving a message with her mother, I spent a lot of time around at her house because her mum was an excellent cook whereas my mum believed in either drowning everything in. "Now see what you have done."Father Bernard saw dimly before him the naked body of a small child. The apparition grew and formed in his sight while everything else dimmed, darkened, receded, until all he could see was the slender, nude form of a young girl standing alone, turned away from him, her shoulders hunched in sobbing misery.He could not look away. He was forced to witness her grief increasing to the edge of hysteria. She turned, her head swiveled to face him and Father Bernard knew her. I saw the guys hand reach between my wife’s thighs and she responded by moving them wide open. She slid down a bit more so he could insert his fingers into her cunt and when he did, she sighed. I soon heard the sound of a wet pussy being fingered.He put his hands behind her head and started mouth fucking her not roughly but at a steady pace. Between being mouth fucked and fingered, my wife responed with muffled moans. Somehow she pulled her head back just to tell him, “You’re making me cum. Max was aware of this and inserted the index and middle finger of his right hand into her at the same time - a three pronged assault on her favourite pleasure area. What a very talented prospective boss she had indeed!That was the final straw for Paris as try as she might she just couldn't take it any longer, she started bucking herself against Maxs mouth she couldn't stop herself. She attacked him with her saturated bald pussy and Max was loving it, so much so he began to wank himself with his.