He thought she might be dreaming about all the loving they did during the night. He softly said her name to wake her up, but she didn’t respond. So... grinning mischievously, he slipped a hand beneath the blankets and began stroking her thigh. She unknowingly spread her legs and his hand moved higher, caressing her soft mound of desire, his fingers slipping between her already wet folds. She moaned softly and he moved his fingers to caress her clit, which made her moan louder. He was watching. You drive a hard bargain'.On Friday evening I told Karl and Ulrika that there was going to be a change of regime. We were relaxing after a difficult lesson, and they looked anxious as they listened. When I'd finished they glanced at each other, then Ulrika spoke nervously.'But, Luke, there's so much to do. We can't waste time like this... ' I interrupted her.'Listen, both of you. I've been doing this for a long time now and I haven't made any mistakes so far. You're going to have Saturdays. A sudden suspicion entered my mind but I didn’t want to think about it. I needed to make him feel safe with me. I had no intention of letting him go just yet, if at all. ‘Mike, I enjoy being with you, we have fun together and you treat me like a woman, a person, and you care. That’s all anyone can ask for really. You’re not going to lose me, if you like I’ll wear an address tag,’ I ended jokingly. He laughed, ‘Lena you’re priceless,’ and he cuddled me again. Although I could feel him getting. Joe would seem to be the LAST man on earth to fuel any guy's sexual fantasiesor desires, but, as I found out long ago, Fr . Joe may LOOK quiet, but as faras sex goes, he turns into a raging, horny sex machine!! For instance, every week I go to the rectory and we retire to hisdark-panelled study with its stained glass windows. He sits in hisred-upholstered chair and asks to hear my confession. As I confess mywrongdoings, I can see a bulge behind the fly of Fr. Joe's black.