My skin was so soft, freshly shaven and smooth. I worked my fingers down in between my slit and rubbed every where but my clit, just to build anticipa...ion and I could feel myself getting wetter. I rubbed harder and faster with against my own hand.With my free hand I begun journeying around my breasts.I pulled and tugged on my nipples with little ease they were hard, but not hard enough. I massaged and pinched with variable pressure every now and then wetting my nipples and blowing air on them.. But with the passage of time, I was busy in my job and my wife’s involvement with our kid.Our sex life got diminished till last year but in this April, as I changed my career and with the progress of our kid starting the school, we start getting more personal time. This instance happened last month May 2017 which was the day when I and my wife were present at home alone.Her current measurements are 36-32-38. She also has a tire formed on her stomach but to me, it makes more erotic as being. Laughing, I pulled away. “That’s why you are restrained,” "It’s time I explore your body fully without you distracting me with your hands and lips.” Sue lay waiting. I reached into the night stand drawer and pulled out a feather. Kneeling on the bed I started at her outstretched wrist. Slowly I manoeuvred the feather the length of her arm. The feather swirled and dipped around her breasts, tracing her dark areolas. I grinned as her nipples puckered and hardened. I dusted down her. The side door led into the worship hall of Our Lady of Heaven. It was ornate, covered in stained glass windows and dark-stained pews. A statue of the Virgin Mary cradling the infant Savior dominated the wall behind the altar.He gazed at her. The only woman who wasn't a whore in the history of mankind.Father Augustine crossed himself—Joy clumsy copied. Then, his heart thudding, he marched to the back where the confessionals were. One had the curtain drawn, the sandal-clad feet of Mary pocking.