"There was a sudden intake of breath on the part of the other churchmen. The archbishop muttered, "Blasphemy!"The only one who appeared totally unconc...rned was Karol Wojtyla, Pope John Paul II himself. He appeared completely relaxed. Nodding his head he commented, "I understand fully. It is as I expected, actually."Then with a very warm smile he continued, "I can't tell you what a thrill this is for me. I know that you have direct contact with God, Karla. I know that you performed — or more. A couple of nights of chatting later and after exchanging a few pics, we made arrangements to meet the next night, at a local bar. Pete had asked Jen to shave, as I helped her shave the difficult bits we got a real turn on, however, since Pete had also told Jen not to let me fuck her until after they had met, I had to hold on.Although nervous at first, we got on well with Pete. He was a classy guy and Jen found him very sexy. Once we had a few drinks, and a bite to eat, we caught a cab home. I. She sounded sleepy.“Why don’t you stay at my place tonight?”“Are you sure.” All of a sudden, her voice sounded brighter. Turning up the volume on the radio, she started singing the lyrics to a familiar song by Lana Del Rey.A couple of miles before entering the village. Checking my rear-view mirror a car was approaching me at high speed. Once the vehicle was a few metres from my bumper, the driver commenced flicking his beam lights and furiously pressing the horn. Slowing down to make way, for. Mister Brad finally released my tongue and let his hands slide down my body till he gripped my buttocks. He didn't stop there he slipped his arms under my legs and let the hollow of my knees rest in the hollow of his elbows and push them up till he once again gripped my shoulders. Mister Brad had me bent up like a pretzel, I tried to push him away by his chest. That's when with a powerful thrust he sunk the rest of his eleven inches of man meat into my bowels. I felt his sex organ as it slid.