I caught the delicious manna on my tongue and held it there as he shot yet another big load once more over my lips and into my mouth. Another load spu...ted over my face, hitting my forehead. Another landed on my chin and dripped down onto the top of my cleavage, staining the neck line of my tank top. Yet another load spurted out from his thick rapidly throbbing helmet right over my other cheek.The whole time I was watching his cock intently, watching it shoot it's load of cream out with each. I had divorced my bitch of a wife two years previously. She was impossible to live with after she became an alcoholic. The experience left my psyche so scarred that I avoided women like the plague. My sex life, consisting exclusively of voyeurism and masturbation, could best be described as unhealthy.Shortly after Carol came home, I received a mail order I had placed for several porno tapes. I always broke in new tapes with lengthy masturbation sessions, so I loaded the tape into the VCR,. Her panties were wet.“Father Brian, thank you for seeing me.”“Please, Peter, we don’t need to stand on ceremony.”Father Brian and Hauser were in the former’s office, just down the hall from the Disciplinary Committee conference room. The two priests sat down on either side of the desk.“So what can I do for you?” the old priest asked.“Kurt, I wanted to ask you about Helena O’Connor.”Father Brian sighed with his hand over his face. “Oh Lord, who did she beat up this time?”“No, it’s nothing like. She was gonna be a fighter.She started to run but she was wearing boots and I had on sneakers and I was faster anyway. I grabbed a handful of that long hair and yanked her backwards against me as I grabbed the bottom of her shirt with the other hand. I pulled the tank up and her tits were exposed tithe cool night air. I held her hair with one hand as my other hand played with her tits. She kept trying to struggle but I yanked her hair every time she tried. I pinched each one of her rose colored.