She wore a white micro-skirt in the same fabric as the top. The skirt was slung low on her hips. A chain belt was around her waist and Father Michael ...uessed it would hang down at the front. As she walked, the skirt raised and fell and he caught glimpses of bare ass cheeks.He was mesmerized, took a quick look around him and squeezed his cock through his robe. He was fully hard by the time she reached the altar and she shouted a nervous “Hello?”“I’m here, my child, behind you!” She turned,. ”John gave a huge sigh as he pretended it was a chore he regretted. “If you insist, my Chief.”“I do. You are away so often that some of the wives have missed out a fair amount. Pregnancy makes a woman more horny, my dear husband.”“So I am told. Horny is a funny word. In one country where I used to live, there was a punishment called ‘being put to the horn’, which apparently meant you were being denounced as a rebel, and the announcement was made after three blasts of a horn to attract attention. Once dressed, she seemed more comfortable. Inez gave me some of her husband's old clothes, chatting about town gossip and current events. Listening to her talk, I looked around the room. Picking up the scattered newspaper from the floor I felt a silent thrill when I saw it was dated May 12, 1862. Whatever distraction I had from the discovery evaporated when Inez mentioned the impending arrival of French soldiers to Fry. Since she had already confirmed what I knew from Brantwell's diaries, I. She moved inside my flat.“So this is where you live. Hmm, cool place. I wish mom and dad let me stay in a flat too.”“Kavya, it is not cool. Don’t touch my things. And what are you doing here?”I couldn’t resist looking at her ass while she moved inside.“Well, you never returned my calls. We have our cousin’s wedding in three days and mom and dad will also be coming. I have already talked to them and they asked me to stay with you for the time being.”“What! Why here? Why not stay at your.