She never heard Mark come through the door. He noticed the bathroom door ajar and smelled the lavender, he decided to take a peek. There she was, a be...utiful woman playing with herself in the tub right in front of him!His cock began to enlarge against his jeans, as he tried to shift so it wasn't noticeable. He made a slight groan and she noticed him standing there. She raised herself up as he reached out to stroke her soft cheekbone. She stood, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapped herself in. He should have been retired, quietly sent away.Monsignor Arturo Vitelli was a suspicious man. He took nothing at face value. He was a natural-born ferret, a wraith, a shadow who could and did peer into every keyhole, crack, disguise, facade, and story until he uncovered whatever hidden truth lay behind. As a child, he had learned that his parents cheated on each other. He had secretly observed his father going to assignations with a young widow in their neighborhood of the ancient European. Her parents had adopted a rather hands-off parenting technique, and acted more like grandparents. They gave her a lot of rein, and she justified their trust by never pushing the envelope too far. She was sixteen going on twenty-five--mature beyond her years, yet retaining her wide-eyed wonder at the world. Oh, and she was a fellow chocolate fanatic. I got a fair dose of high school as well, mostly in reference to Dana and Rachel. The three attended Friends High School, considered to be one of. He clutched the strap of his backpack with one hand and held a Pepsi bottle on the other. Nearing towards me, I felt another pounding deep in me… but it was from somewhere down lower. I shook the feeling away as he stood in front of me, with that goofy, boyish smile across his (now I noticed) wet, pert lips. “Hi.” He was obviously happy to see me. I only managed a small smile, looking deep into his brown eyes. Right then and there I knew I could have melted. But as usual, I kept myself on.