I hear whispers, but I don't hear anything definite. I know you're not responsible for Gillian's baby, but there are a lot of ladies in this village w...ho are singing your praises. I wonder why?" I can't think. I have no idea. I really..." Ned's bluster was cut off at that moment as Susie came crashing through the back door."Hi Ned. Hello mother ... have I interrupted something?" No, no dear, Ned and I were just having a chat. I'll put the kettle on, she said, resorting to the typically English. Why would you say that I asked? She said it's just I love dressing slutty and getting reactions from men...and I was afraid that you could tell. Tell what I said? She said I'll all slut under this beautiful dress. I knew better than to say show me , if I had she wouldn't ,just to make me squirm. So I just said nothing. You don't believe me do you she said? Baby I always believe you I told her. I turned to pick up my jacket. She said no you don't she said ,then she pulled the hem of her dress up. And if it was doing the same things to her simian brain.I had just succeeded in tugging my pants down about halfway to my knees, when Carla regained her leverage and yanked herself back against me. This time, though, my exposed erection automatically settled into the warm, wet crevice between her pussy-lips. My legs almost buckled from the rush of heat, and Carla immediately began rubbing up and down again, only with new intensity. Barely finding my voice, I said, “Does this ... feel good to. As I looked at the picture of Susan laying there with Bob's cock in her hand and cum all over her face I felt a little pang of guilt which was quickly replaced by a feeling of lust when I looked at the picture that showed my semen leaking from Susan's pussy. As I felt an erection beginning to build I thought about calling Susan and asking her to forgive me.Luckily sanity barged into my room in the form of the chamber maid. I grabbed my jacket and sunglasses went for a long walk. As I walked, I.