Angela finished her prayer looking as ravenous as I felt, but Jill seemed withdrawn and still near to tears.Looking to Angela, I asked; "So, how did i...t go for you?"Her eyes got wide and she said; "OWW! I thought he was killing me at first! I could not BELIEVE that it could hurt that much. I thought; how could women keep doing this over the years if it hurt so. After a bit, though, it started to feel really, really good. What really freaked me out though was not just my aunts, but it seemed like. I lowered it for her to remove the cup of tea and I made sure it was down below my genitalia so she had a good look. She was masked from Sheila by my body and she looked up into my eyes and licked her lips. I took the tray to my wife and she grinned. I guessed she knew what had happened.“My dear, you are so lucky,” the old lady was saying. “He so much more - er - gifted - than my Arthur is.”“He’s more - gifted - than any of the men I knew. That’s why I married him.”Sheila wasn’t a virgin. Although she was pretending to watch tv, I could clearly see her body trembling with lust.While I was staring at her cunt, she slowly moved her hand down and softly started playing with her clit, right there in front of me. Realizing that this was going to get awkward pretty quickly for her if I just kept gawking at her, without at least creating a distraction, I decided to use a page out of her book.I muted the tv and asked, "What was that?" and looked away from her."I don't know," she. What was he goingto do? A middle-aged, homeless looking man came up to Ken."What would cause such a fine young man to say such ahorrible curse?" asked the man. Ken looked down at the man."The hardware store is closed. And I need to buy a showerhead." The man snickered."Why don't you take a bath?" Ken smiled."Good idea, but I don't have a tub. Only a shower." The mansmiled."Well, you're in luck, my son. I happen to be a peddler.And I happen to have picked up a shower head from a specialdealer..