Again, I must refer you to the story, Elise, for more details on this woman, but suffice to say, she is not a very nice person.Victoria had arranged t...o spend the evening with Elise and called round to her house, which she shared with her husband, Sam.The evening was spent consoling Victoria about how Graeme wasn’t the man for her, but she couldn’t find anyone else who suited her. Elise, never one for mixing her words, asked her friend if she had ever considered a girlfriend.Victoria couldn’t. "Spread your feet," was the next command. "Bend at the waist and touch the floor." Tiffany went one better; she palmed the floor.It was the priest's turn to give a small gasp. In front of him was a marvelous sight; a tight brown anus on top of a shaved pussy. Tiffany's pussy lips were full and extended, just as he had imagined. The view required him to give his fully erect cock a few strokes. Now it was time to get down to business."Come here and lay across my lap."Tiffany stood and placed her. He directed us to sit on the couch and he took up a seat across from us. I was trying my best to keep the short skirt from riding up and exposing my pussy. I knew he had already seen it all but I refused to act like the slut he thought I was. "So I am sure you both talked about your situation last night and this morning. Rest assured I have no intention of breaking the two of you up. I want you to stay together. Yes it will be different but I am sure you can make adjustments to make sure it. ”“I learned the hard way that when I hurt you, my lovely Mick, you withdraw utterly. I know that you did that to protect yourself and not to get even with me.”We sat and talked about the potatoes and the eggs and the quality of the fresh squeezed orange juice. Occasionally one of us would drop a hand and just touch the leg of the other. We smiled and ate and generally remembered how much we enjoyed just being together.“After this can we drive over to the river and walk for a bit?”“Keri, after.