We start to walk slowly from the cafe, through the mall toward the elevator to the underground carpark.He is asking me questions but his voice is just... a muffled blur, My mind is too loud. I'm thinking too many thoughts. Nasty thoughts. Dirty thoughts, Filthy thoughts. We reach the elevator. His body pressing against me as he grips my waist firmly with one arm. ' please don't touch me, I'm married' I hear myself whisper. At the same moment my hand reaches for the crotch of his pants. I rub him. This was not lost to the large dog as he drove his stiff tongue deep inside her clenching vagina, reaching depths Jillian would never have thought possible.Meanwhile, Jillian's three cats were the first to make a move. As if in concert, they approached their prone mistress and began licking at her mouth and nipples with their raspy tongues. The one at her mouth would occasionally lick inside her parted lips, giving her a bestial frenchkiss, which Jillian would subconsciously return."Mmmmmmh!". That’s what I want!” My already throbbing cock is now raging. We decide on her hotel because it is the more luxurious of the two. It is about a mile away but we don’t want to take a cab. We are walking hand in hand, making a beeline to her seventh story suite, chatting as we go. I stop and kiss her every few hundred feet, driving my tongue into her sultry mouth and she responds in kind. This seductive journey continues the whole way. Two blocks shy of our destination I stop her again, this. Juanita had breakfast waiting for us, so things were off to a great start. We sent Alan off to town while Juanita and I got down to the details of planning the public wedding. It turned out that Juanita already had most of the details worked out, all but for choosing the church. She, of course, would have chosen the local Catholic church, but she was willing to let me choose the Methodist church if I wanted. Singer Flats was large enough to have its own half-time Methodist preacher who split.