"Ah, well, Father, that's me finished for now. I'll be off soon". The priest remained engrossed in the parish accounts and did not lift his head. But ...here was one further duty Mrs Robertson had taken upon herself to perform before leaving for home.The housekeeper got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table to where the priest was sitting. She reached where his legs were positioned covered by his cassock. Very gently she took the hem of his cassock and lifted it above his knees.. Facing me, she straddled my lap, rivulets of water coursing from her hair across her breasts, down her stomach, and eventually onto my jeans, slowly soaking through. Without preamble, she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss, her questing tongue lashing about inside my mouth as she unbuttoned my shirt, opening it to allow her hard nipples to rest against my chest. Her heat and weight at my groin conspired with my visceral response to her physical assault to stir my groin into life;. I don't expect them to see the light of day for a good number of years." I'm still coming to terms with it all. It's like a bad dream." I'm going to phone my colleague in a minute, tell her that we've found you and get her to go and see your mum and dad. They'll be so pleased to know you're safe." Thanks, Mister Penrose. You're very kind. About last night..." Yes," he replied tentatively."I won't say anything." Thank you, Amanda," he replied gratefully. "I was operating undercover but it will. The main course was meat from the downed Comanche horses, but the horses didn't mind, so we didn't either.The entertainment started when the eating slowed down to a few nibbles here and there. First on the agenda was a recitation of the brave feats of the warriors. Every man in the group, 11 of them, told of how many Comanches he had killed and described in detail how he had done it. Each story was greeted with great applause. Mescaleros always wanted to hear about dead Comanches.Once the 11.