She said, we’ll be going to church tonight. I said fine and cut the phone. I called her again and asked her forgiveness for the event that happened ...earlier. She said “it was fine, it was just an accident, right?” I hesitantly said “No” and cut the phone again.The final countdown:-It was around 1 AM in the morning. I had turned off my phone. It seems that she had called me a lot of times. I was confused after waking up at 8 AM. I called her again, asking what the problem was and why she had. "I didn't think you'd come," he said, and she shrugged. "Neither did I." Then why did you?" It's what my mam would've wanted."When she didn't elaborate, he put the car in gear and drove out of the small estate in which she used to live. They drove in silence for most of the trip, Warren's house being a little ways out from the city. It was a family mansion that was far enough away from anyone to not have to worry about neighbours but close enough not to be deemed isolated. It took an hour to. Oh thank god, I thought, there would be a next time!Going our seperate ways I was almost in a daze what the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a lusting teenager! As I started to cross the street I was almost run over by the same car and driver."Hey connard que vous essayez de faire tuer?" the older man said, I just smiled, "Trou du cul stupide de touristes putain!" As I said before french was definitely a more eloquent language to be cursed out in. Reaching my hotel, I was waylaid near. I searched the party crowd for Frank, and saw him shaking hands and smiling broadly as he continued interacting and laughing with his co-workers. Our eyes met briefly, and we raised our respective glasses in a virtual salute to let each other know that we were good and enjoying ourselves. Frank went quickly back to his socializing, and I went back to enjoying the sensation of Ben’s two fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy.After 3-4 minutes of this, Ben found my clit with one of his.