They were still kissing, working their lips and tongues together, hands round each other’s necks and heads, and in each other’s hair.Sara’s soft...hair cascaded over Rachel’s head and shoulders, enveloping her. They mmmm’d quietly to each other.Natasha was playing with herself as she watched; one delicate hand on a pert, sensitive tit and one on her clit. She’d got used to seeing her mother and girlfriend having sex together. It made her feel a touch insecure sometimes, but she’d learned that the. “Poor priest; Father Nelson, you are so lonely”, he could hear a clear sound that hissed in his ear. Surprisingly, he could easily recognize the voice. It had echoed in his head all night. He tried to get up from the bed and very hardly could only mutter the word, ‘You’. He was almost held down by the invisible chains and bonds. The woman looked at him. She was still in the same skin tight black dress which she had worn when she came to the confessional with him that afternoon. She looked still. He whispered heavily, entangling his fingers in my hair and lifting me up toward him. He kissed me, running a hand over my breasts and smiling against my mouth. His other hand moved from my hair and ran over my neck, shoulders and back, tickling my bare skin as he went. I wrapped my own arms around him, still needing him close and not believing that this was happening. We were no longer sideways on the bed, but fully on it lying length-wise. His hand left my chest and moved downward until he. I was quite lucky in the leg department they are 42inch hip to toe so took my time to shave them, so once I done them I ran the blade over my pussy lips. I took extra care, keeping each stroke smooth and slow, feeling the soft folds to make sure I hadn’t missed any areas. Then my finger found my clit, I slowly rubbed it. Each stroke sent a soft wave of electricity over my body. My nipples were erect and seemed to look fuller in the water, my rubbing became harder and faster, feeling how smooth.