‘I wore it just for you.’ Now you would turn us around so I’m against the wall and you’re pressing hard against me, I would feel you, hard, ag...inst me. Lips on my lips, lips on my neck, lips on my shoulder, so soft and so warm. Your stubble would rub against my skin and I would comment on how sexy it feels and you would say, ‘I wore it just for you.’ You would smile and I would feel the shape of your smile hot against my neck. We would turn so we’re front to back, your front to my back, your. Using my left hand to really start kneading your left cheek, slipping my other hand lower over your bare crotch, feeling an intense amount of heat coming from between your sexy thighs. Pushing my hand flatly against your lips, feeling my hand immediately become wet and sticky with your moisture. Cupping your crotch now and squeezing it, getting my hand nice and wet. Leaning my head down, whispering, Do you want me to continue? into your ear. Massaging your ass cheek, waiting for your response.. After doing this a few times, I pushed my tongue in very slowly, moving it around inside to lick all over her walls as it went deeper. I moved my hands up and took hold of her breasts… fondling them very softly as I moved my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. I stopped short of her clit and kept it there, twirling it around to lick all over inside. Few minutes passed, and then I finally pushed my tongue farther in, softly touching her clit with the tip of my tongue. I licked it up and. As she lay dying, Father Christopher bent over to give her a hug and comfort her, not noticing as the medallion touched her shirt. Getting up, Father Christopher started walking again, looking back nervously. He thought she was dead, but he couldn't be sure, and knew that he'd have to call for help. Once again, Christopher stopped, this time because something wasn't right. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that something was wrong with him, that he didn't feel normal. His clothes weren't.