Jess was their first, but within five minutes of her arrival, Mark arrived, the bottles of beer clanking in his backpack.“Welcome to my humble domic...ile, Mark if you spill your spicy bitter beer in here you will be cleaning the entire floor with your tongue until every trace of it is gone.”“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, Marie.”They brought out their respective drinks, each with a carefully designed label. Jess’ hard cider had stylized images of apple trees and birds adorning the label. Marie’s. He was going to bolt but at the last second but then he had changed his mind. Could this be why?Another five minutes went by watching my wife relentlessly pull on his schlong and he seemed no closer to cumming. "My arm is getting tired. Cum already." "Well I'd come a lot quicker if you'd kiss me." I told you no kissing." After five minutes more she asked for an assurance that kissing him would help him cum quicker. He told her no doubt. "Okay but understand I love my husband, this is a onetime. He thought about pulling them down, but didn't, something telling him that it wasn't the right time. -------------Jo lay in bed again, reflecting on the day's events. She knew what her friends were doing. She realized that she couldn't stop them without causing more drama than she could possibly imagine. But she also knew that she held a secret from them. They certainly didn't know that she was starting to join in, to enjoy being so close to her father, the way that he'd held her hips, grinding. I was about to go back to my home but doubts raised in my mind were not allowing me to leave. I then decided to go back and see what was happening over there. I went back to the temple on the hill; it was all dark, just a small oil lamp glowing in the second room behind the idol. There was a slit in between the rocks with which the temple was made. And I could see what’s happening inside. Then I went close to the slit and peeped inside. The swamiji was sitting on the mat and I was looking for.