It would be my pleasure my dear.The Vicar gets up and walks across to Mrs Jones to undo the back of her dress and lightly pats her bum.Mrs Jones: Oh V...icar you naughty boy…Mrs Jones then slowly removes her dress to stand in her underwear of white bra, pants, stockings and suspenders.Mrs Jones does a slow twirl in front of the Vicar and then gives the Vicar a deep kiss. The Vicar takes the opportunity to briefly insert his hand into the front of Mrs Jones’s knickers.Vicar. Oh very nice Mrs Jones. Miriam couldn’t remember what she had dreamt about exactly that night, but she could guess. Waking up to find your hands playing with your body was a new experience, a very enjoyable one too. But for some reason it didn’t leave her tired or calm, instead she was still full of energy and definitely aroused. She had put on a fresh pair of panties after a quick shower, well it was supposed to be a quick shower. Instead she had ended up with the showerhead between her legs. Breakfast proved to be. After he remade the bed, I didn’t notice that he had returned with a big stack of towels and strode into the bathroom. We both heard a gasp as he came out red-faced and scurried out the door.Lilly came out with a sheepish smile. “I guess he got an eyeful,” she laughed, her insatiable big cock in hand.We climbed into the fresh sheets, me sandwiched between my two amazing lovers and drifted off.I drifted into hazy consciousness as daylight crept through the edges of the blackout curtains. Looking. I gave her my nut and she tried to screw them together. Not even close. ‘You know, I don’t really care about whether your bolt fits or not,’ I said, ‘I saw you up on deck this afternoon keeping an eye on your kids, and I’m happy to get the chance to meet you. What’s your name?’ I caught her by surprise by the fact that I had seen her earlier, but answered ‘I’m Kelly. My son Jeremy is five and my daughter Jenny is three.’ ‘Mine are quite a bit older, my daughter Heather is 13, and Anthony is.