Not being envious about my wife, I decided to put priest Petras celibate vows to the test. I did not say anything about my plans to the wife, I acted ...casual, but bought for my wife some sexy underwear. I told her it is for improving our sex life, since I find it very sexy for her to wear such an underwear. From time to time, in summer, when Adri was wearing a short skirt and prepared some food I randomly suggested for her to bring some pie to Petras, to show of how good baker she was. And she. I am a widow and live a long distance from them but as I have no ties at home I was only too pleased to move in with Mike and look after him and my grandson. I loved them all dearly, and doted on the baby, so I was enjoying this sudden change in life style. It actually felt good to be busy and caring for someone other than myself and it had been far too long since I had done this and I had not realised how much I had been missing it.Mike worked in the city and commuted each day. He visited. Pulling out briefly, Mike unwrapped her legs from his waist and spun her round to face the Victorian sink which had a large mirror above it. He spread her legs and thrust his hungry cock back into her, watching her reflection as she braced herself, hands gripping the edge the porcelain basin tightly as she pushed back into him. She re-positioned her feet, and sticking out her gorgeous pert bottom, he noted that her eyes were closed in anticipation of his next move. The antique mirror reflecting. I was moaning loudly: my moans echoing round the otherwise empty changing room. His mouth filled with my warm, salty, pussy juices and he lapped them up gratefully. I was having to hold on to the top of the shower cubicle walls to keep myself from falling; there was very little blood in my head at this point. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm; he began to finger me. One finger at first, then two, and finally three, gliding in and out of me, rhythmically in sync with his.