The grin that split her face, told me the same.“Hi, Mom!” I said back with a matching grin, hugging her tight. Then I pulled back and made introdu...tions. “Mom, Dad, this is Tabitha Williams, my girlfriend. Tabby, this is Naomi and John Shepard, my folks.”“It’s so wonderful to meet you, Tabitha!” Mom enthused, giving my girlfriend a hug.“Yes it is,” Dad agreed, hugging her too.“Thank you both, but please call me Tabby,” she replied to my parents, smiling genuinely.Then I looked towards the. You can do anything with a quad that can be done with a horse.”It was difficult, but I stopped myself from laughing. “If you say so, son. Me, myself, I prefer horses. Have you ever rigged a buckboard? Or a surrey? You might want to learn. Sometimes young women can get downright giddy about a midnight surrey ride. Or a horse-drawn picnic down by the swimming hole. Not to mention a buckboard hayride some autumn evening.”Stepping back over to the quads, I asked, “What about these things? Do they. Now though, I made a point of kissing her on both cheeks so I could feel both tits against my chest. June never made any complaint, so when we were alone i would make the greeting last longer than strictly necessary. I got into the habit of not doing the air kiss but instead planted my lips on her cheek. This was true of when her man was there but especially when we were alone. Then the kiss gradually was moving closer to her lips.My hands were on her back. I slid them up and down feeling the. Fr. Joe moans loudly as more and more of my thick bonerslides into his tight little ass. And when my bloated nuts are against thepriest's flaming buns, I grab his narrow waist, and start to plow in and out.Fr. Joe mumbles again in Latin as I really start to plow his tight, sweatyhole. My balls smack Fr. Joe's blistered little buns with each forwardstroke. Each time my huge Catholic cock pounds the little priest's thrummingprostate, his stubby cock leaks more lube. .