You glance to me in time to see the worry pass over my face and which brings a smirk of satisfaction to yours.After chatting with the guys for a few m...nutes, you turn and order me to open my mouth. Seeing that I've behaved myself, you allow me to swallow before nodding to one of the new guys, not even bothering to introduce this one.I hear a jingling sound as he strolls towards me, motioning me to sit up on my heels and I can see that he has something which looks like chain in his hand.. I'd been set up. Even as she pulled me down and began to kissme, I knew that she'd planned everything. A bottle of wine sat inan ice bucket, with two glasses nearby. The gas log in thefireplace was still lit, and the curtains drawn so the atmospherewas dim and romantic.Cheri broke the kiss and poured the wine. She guided me to thesofa, then handed me a glass, sliding moments later beside mewith a glass in her own lovely hand. "To curiosity," she said with agrin as she lifted her glass to. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, we chatted online and she showed me some pictures of herself. The first picture she showed me was one with her bare, freshly waxed pussy; it was so pink and pretty. Another picture she showed me was one which she took a picture of herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and revealing her tiny perfect tits and her flat stomach. I've never had an encounter with another girl before, but if I was to have one, she would be my. Catherine's nineo'clock services. Though there were only a handful of parishioners that attended the earlier ofSt. Catherine's two scheduled Sunday morning services, Father Dan's absencewould no doubt lead to some sort of inquiry. That meant Karen had to get donewhatever it was she wanted to do and be out of the rectory by nine at the verylatest. Though her mind was still reeling from the mind-boggling turn of events thathad seen her go from priest to pregnant young woman during the course of.