At last he pulled out of her, still hard, his prick coated in a pink frothy mixture of blood, seed, and female juices. Alice looked down and could see...a similar mixture smeared all over her inner thighs. Most of the little flowers in her bush had fallen out, but a few crushed petals still clung to her curly nest of hairs. It was now time for the second part of the ritual to begin, and once again Father Hugh stepped forward. As the village’s religious leader, it was his right – his duty, even –. Yes I felt like a slut, looked like a whore in hopes that I would soon be treated like both. I turned my 1960 VW off the interstate onto the access road to the rest area, my cock stiffened a little more but my red rubber panties held its growth at bay. As always this rest area was packed with eight wheelers and few passenger cars. I parked in front of the restrooms and up from the vending machine area. No one was out milling about. I got out pranced down to the vending machines and brought. Harriet knew that her father-in-law held a rather large interest in the Drury Lane Theatre, but she was delighted to make the acquaintance of the popular actress.Anita Heyworth smiled at her, but the smile froze when she looked at Harriet’s face. Regaining her composure, she resumed her friendly smile.“I am pleased to meet you, Mrs. Palmer. Why, Rupert,” she addressed him, “you do have a beautiful wife! You have no business sneaking around my wardrobe.”Rupert was clearly uncomfortable. “I was. She used to wear old clothes which other people used to give after their use. As she was thin all clothes were loose on her. While sweeping the floor I could see her cleavage and bra . She used to adjust it as far as possible but most of the times her gown was hanging. On day while sweeping floor… I told her that her gown was hanging. She immediately stood up and adjusted. She did not say anything in reply. Few days went by it was usual routine. Again when she came to sweep room she gown.