I wish I could take it with me. My breath is short and quick now because he is nuzzling my breasts. His moist tongue flicks my nipple. His lips clamp ...y breast. He suckles. I whimper and grind my crotch against his dick. ‘I want you to stroke it,’ I hear myself saying. My voice seems to ache. ‘I want to watch you stroke it. Do it for me.’ He rises, unbuckles his belt, and lowers his pants and briefs. I raise myself up on my elbows. He wets his palm with his saliva. He starts at the base, makes. He might even disown her; at best she would be married off to someone even less appealing than the original elderly widower customer, and that well within the year."Have you been to me for punishment before?" asked the older woman, though both of them knew the answer."Yes, Reverend Mother." For what offence?" Talking during meals, Reverend Mother." And how did I punish you?"Again both knew the answer."By banning me from speaking a word for four days, Reverend Mother, except if it were necessary. “What are you doing? Someone will find us”, she whispered. I said, “The entire floor is empty, besides, I never got to see your bosom.” I started to smooch her madly. I pushed her against the tiled wall and grappled her butt-cheeks. She moaned lightly while I smooched her and massaged her ass. The intensity increased and I slid my right hand under her loose top to hold position on her melon. Her ample waistline helped me to balance her body against mine. Then I slipped my left hand and unhooked. I soon had June squirming and pushing my head into her cunt. I kept at her until I felt her body tremble and her thighs squeeze my head as she reached a first climax. Then I placed myself over June. To my complete surprise my wifes hand took hold of my dick and steered it into Junes vagina. I decided that I liked that touch it meant that my wife was in favour of what I was doing. Then I slid easily into June and waited a few seconds fully inside her before pulling most of the way out. That was.