She takes a quick shower before joining me in bed. I am lying on my belly, facing away from her; I have to concentrate to keep my heart and my breathi...ng under control. I don't want her to know that I am actually awake; that would change the rules and spoil my pleasure, and probably hers as well.She slips under the comforter and lies down behind me. She grabs my hip and ever so gently pulls back to entice me to turn me on my side, still thinking I am asleep and obviously trying to keep me that. We arrived back home,and after my wife and sister had finished putting the world to rights,we were sitting having dinner.The meal was fantastic,and the wine was flowing,the two of them chatted away,i seemed to be left alone,only brought in on conversation when needed.The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was. He licked it up eagerly now, sending drool down my palm. I did it again, this time holding my fingers closer to my pussy so he had to step forward to get it. The huff of his breath touching my bare cunt made me pant a little. I did it yet again, but this time I put my fingers right against my skin, and as he took that last step forward and started to lick, I slipped my fingers away and let his tongue find the source of that wet treat. I couldn't help feeling nervous that he might bite or hurt. At this point, the organ stopped and I heard amovement behind us and turned around instinctively. My gaze went upwardsas I realized the organ was in a minstrels gallery aboveus and my eyeswere met by the bemused stare of the lady playing the organ. I turned awayand my embarrassment went up about two notches on the richter scale. Atthis point the priest entered the pulpit and went into his routine."Let us pray," he intoned, and everyone knelt on the padded rest in frontof the pews and bowed.