The Surplice - a decorative white tunic worn over the cassock. The stole, a long, narrow strip of cloth d****d around the neck, a vestment of distinct...on, a symbol of ordination.The alb - the common garment of all ministers at the eucharist, worn over a cassock. The chasuble, the outermost sacramental garment of priests and bishops, often quite decorated. His was emerald green with a large embroidered gold celtic cross the full front of the garment.As was the custom I entered quietly and stood. .. playing with myself or even with other people. He would send me stories, pictures and movies of us or other people. I would get home from school and find these in my mail box and go thru them, I guess a sort of warm up. We would get online later at night and switch on the webcams. I would tell him what I liked and what got me turned on. We would watch each other as we talked back and forth. I loved watching him touch himself as we talked. Things would get hotter and we would end up cumming. Arabella nodded, she wasn’t sure how and when his cock fit into her pussy. But they moved in one rhythm now. She was attached to him like a little feather to a bird. She looked at where their bodies were joined together. God! Sex was truly special she thought. She thanked herself for abstaining from sex till her wedding day. This moment would forever be special to her. That moment Arabella didn’t despise Gregory for what he did. She appreciated him for being her husband, the man who made her a. ”I must have startled David because he nearly jumped at the sound of my voice.“Sorry.”“Don’t be…”Good lord, has this guy ever seen a thick Latina before? He’s practically drooling. Oh well. Can’t be helped.I sat on the couch and David ogled me up and down. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t into him in the slightest so if he wanted to look at a real woman instead of that stick he calls a wife, fine by me.“Thank again, Simone. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”“Uh-huh.”“Did you just get off work?”“Yep.”“What.