I opened the door and stood watching people go past -- mostly naked, some waving. I waved back. I turned back to look at my wife. She was grinning. �...�You should see the look on your face!” she said. “Can you stop grinning, or will that be your expression for the weekend?”I laughed and grabbed her in a hug, kissing her. During the hug I started untucking her top from her shorts. “Hey, wait a minute! I’m considering my options.”“What do you... ? Oh: ‘Clothing optional’. I get it. Huh-uh! Your. .," remarked Myrna, still absorbing what had happened.Just then, they heard the sound of the front door to the apartment closing."Shit!" breathed Myrna. "My mom's home!"The two teenagers quickly stood up. Myrna pulled her bra back down over her breasts. Pulling her cum spattered blouse back down, she could see the wet spots on it, but realized there was nothing to be done about it now. Dylan was busily pulling up his pants as the colored girl wiped the semen off her glasses."Myrna?" called her. By now I had just about composed myself , so I responded , kissing her back passionately , we kissed for a while and she reached down and put my hands on her tits , I groped and fondled her , then she started undoing my zip , my cock was totally rock hard and she couldn't get it out so easy , so she undid my belt and trousers and pushed them down a bit , "beautiful she said as she fondled my cock , I nearly spunked up there and then .She dropped to her knees and started sucking me gently, all. ”Malcolm’s voice, “We’ll call you back later, or early tomorrow, Dulcie.”“Thank you, both of you.”We rolled up in front of the Hall, noting scaffolding and stacks of construction materials. I recognised the old chapel away to the right, surprised that I felt no unease at the sight.A man emerged from the building in front of us, and a number of construction workers headed towards us as I got out of the car.“Reverend Chesterman, I presume,” he smiled, approaching with his hand extended.“You must.