A Rabbi and a Priest were discussing professional advancement. The priest said that with qualified priests, they can become monsignors.The rabbi asked... “And then what?”“Well”, said the priest, “if they’re really qualified, they can become bishops.”The rabbi asked, “And then what?”The priest replied, “If they’re very qualified they can become archbishops.”The rabbi asked, “And then what?”The priest continued, “If they’re exceptionally qualified, they can become cardinals.”And the rabbi asked,. Fir maine usko missionary position mei liya aur uski gaand ke niche ek pillow rakha aur uski choot mei vaseline lagaya aur apne lund pe bhi aur apna cap uski choot pe ghasne laga aur wo bina pani ki machli ki tarha tadapne lagi. Uski choot ka hole bohat chota tha to usne kaha lund andar kaise jayega to maine kaha aram se jayega tum bas thoda dard seh lena to usne kaha okay.Maine topa rakha aur ek jhatka mara to uski cheekh nikal gayi fir maine ek aur jhatka mara to mera lund aadha andar ghus. Jo knows about my large appetite for orgasms and that I am quite loud. Normally we sleep in separate rooms but that does not keep the sound out very well. She also told me she masturbates quite often, not as much as me. As a result of this discussion we decided to masturbate in my lounge. As we had not prepared anything it was a finger race. Anyway I digress.Late last week the subject again turned to masturbation and I have recently seen some videos called Hysterical Literature. I was. I smile politely, just was we pass each other he begins totalk... “Nooo...” I think to myself, every time this man opens his mouth he rants on about how he's better at work and how he's the “man” I just get the urge to slap him or punch him. I stop to listen to what he has to say, honestly it's just going in one ear and out the other, suddenly... something he said hit me, our voices started to raise as we get into another pointless argument. I take a step towards him pointing my finger at him,.