The firsttwo could be sorted out with aspirin and lots of water; the guilt wouldtake a lot more than that to expunge.I looked at the clock, 9 o'clock.... I groaned as the headache kicked inhard, drumming across the back of my eyes. I needed water, painkillersand coffee, in that order. Possibly a priest too, I thought grimly. Ineeded to talk to somebody and I knew of only one person I could call. Idialled Sam's number hoping she would pick up but it went to voicemail soI left a message asking her. ” His wife says, “Thank you for bringing my husband safely home to me.” Grayson hands Sasha a pouch of coins, saying “I removed one coin, in payment for the bread the girl ate. You understand?” Sasha agrees and says, “I understand, I’m not happy about it, but I’m not going to complain or make a scene.” Grayson then asks her “If you ever need work in the future for anything, I will gladly hire you again.” She says thank you and she starts to walk away. As she turns to go back around the wagon,. As we sipped espresso and chatted, she moved closer and placed her hand on my thigh. Before I knew it, she was rubbing my now semi-hard cock through my shorts as she continued to talk. I said "Victoria, now don't aggravate your wrist injury doing that!" She then unzipped my shorts and ran her hand under my boxer briefs and stroked my cock that was now fully hard. She proceeded to pull my briefs down exposing my cock and she slid off the sofa to the floor. "Now, don't call me Victoria, call me. But now Cynthia grabbed my ass cakes and forced me to keep drilling her until I couldn't hold back any longer!My penis spurted repeatedly into her oral cavity and she drank it all down!I'm ashamed to admit it was better than the straight sex we'd had!For the rest of the honeymoon week, Enke and I were thrust together by different circumstances.If Cynthia and Victor weren't sister and brother, I would suspect they had something going on.On the last day before flying back home, Enke was crying by.