Father Petrou leaned forward. He rested his elbows on his knees. With his hands together, he folded his fingers into each other, gazing ahead, at the ...ltar in front of us.After a few moments of silence, Father Petrou spoke, “It was thirty-three years ago. I was seventeen years old at the time. I had just finished secondary school. That is abroad, in Limassol, Cyprus. I wasn’t a very bright student, I just about graduated. I got myself a job in a hotel. I was lucky. It was a five-star hotel, one. However, things got interesting after an interesting event.Tara came to your house in rural suburbia for the summer holidays while working her summer job at the beach near your place of residence. She is in her 20s now, all grown up from the teenage phase you last saw her in. Her slender body had matured, standing at 5'7", with long raven black hair that flowed to her shoulders, but still having those beautiful dark brown eyes. Her boobs had grown to a large D cup, round and firm looking. She. I kissed the soft roundness of her tummy just below her garter belt and the indentations inside her hips. The musky fragrance of womanhood wafted into my nostrils as I parted the damp hairs of her muff with my tongue and found the slippery feminine cleft hidden there. Stephanie leaned back on the dresser so that she was almost sitting on it and lifted one leg over my shoulder. When I found the hard little knot of sensitive flesh buried in the steamy folds of her cunt and flicked it lightly with. ” There was a little giggle in her voice as she said ‘over fucked’. That cute, sexy giggle that so often had me dive between her legs to lick and suck.“Would time have changed your answer, whatever the answer is?” asked Annie and her hand got to work on me again. And on Archie who was responding much better.“I would have had an answer…”Another look, not a glance, at her breasts and I was having to stop my hand reaching out. There was what seemed to be a long silence. Her fingers strayed from.