I stole every glance at her sexy, built for fucking body I could and even stole a couple down blouse glances at those creamy mounds of hers. I could f...el my cock tighten up in my blue jeans. I wasn't too worried about popping a huge hard on and embarrassing myself since I know that walking and talking keeps that from happening. I asked how her husband was doing and she bragged on his new job which came just in time to start paying off some college bills for their soon to be college bound k**s.. Perhaps not right away, the pleasures of the flesh had intoxicated him, but after a while. He would come to realize he had put his soul in jeopardy. Well, in his view any way. She sighed. He would probably blame it on her. They always did, didn’t they? Those priests who knew nothing of love and warmth and sharing. Her face got a smoldering look. Scared of women, that’s what they were. No real men at all. For the moment she forgot the old priest in the village, a caring and loving father to all. My nipples stood at attention. My breasts were quiet larger then hers. I hugged her tightly as our breasts brushed together; I heard a low moan coming from her mouth. I kissed her neck and slowly made my way down to her breasts. I rotated my tongue around her nipples. Her soft moans kept my pussy sopping wet. While I was caressing and licking her breasts I took my free hand and begun removing her silky shorts. Exposing a black, what looked like pleather G-string? She took my arm and showed me. She cupped his balls in his hands. She was away. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, up and down, sometimes his knob out of her mouth as she licked his slit. She even forgot the Mafia Don and nibbled gently with her teeth.She loved the feel of this strong masculinity in her mouth.She felt his buttocks brace and sped her movements. Wendy sensed his reactions and regretfully withdrew as he was now only concentrating on his cock. Liz felt his excitement rise and deliberately slowed."Liz, you fucking.