I slept good, waking only once from a dream, that I couldn’t bring back as it slipped away, leaving me with only a voice that that had whispered to ...me.I had my alarm set for five am and was awake when it started to buzz, and was out of bed in a flash. With my bed made, shorts and shoes on, I went to piss. I grabbed an old sweat shirt from the hall closet on my way to the kitchen for my cereal.I checked mom’s room and saw her sleeping with one leg on top of her covers, and her naked ass. Then there was a knock on the door that led from the kitchen to the patio and garden. Shit! Who had ventured around the back of the house, rather than the front door to call on her? Sandy quickly pulled her knickers up, straightened her skirt and placed ‘Cockum Erectis’ onto the granite work surface before opening the door.The unexpected visitor was Claire Proudlove, the wife of the curate at the parish church.“I do hope I haven’t called at an inconvenient moment.”“Not at all Claire,” lied. I told her not to get soap on the end of my cock because it would burn. We worked ourselves up to a very high state of arousal, I felt dizzy with lust. We were now rubbing our soapy bodies against each other, grinding my pelvis against hers.We stepped back, rinsed ourselves free of soap and I pushed her back as I got down on my knees. She leaned against the shower wall and put one leg over my shoulder as I began to suck her sweet young pussy. Again I was enthralled with the prettiest and. In the rickshaw I could just fondle her boobs and nothing much. The rick driver was constantly watching over the mirror so did not do much. Now about her – she was 34 – not sure about her figure but it was pretty good with a firm boobs. I was 26 at that time. We reached the place and did the formalities and went to the room.The moment we were inside the room we got mad and started kissing wildly. But I had another plan in mind. I had carried some robes and tapes with me and wanted to try out.