Coming back to my sexy co-passenger Raiza, once she freshened up, we were eager to have some food after that tiring session. Raiza: Can ...ou go get some food from the air hostess? I feel so hungry after that session.Dax: Sure, I can do that. I’ll find out what they have and come back.I got up and checked with the hostess on what snacks they had and when the next meal was offered. The hostess said it was going to take approximately an hour till they start serving the next meal.So, I. When he had the big reel attached to the back of his belt, the end of the line looped around and securely tied to a column near the entrance crack, he double-checked to make sure he had the extra spool of fishing line.“Turn around,” he ordered. When she complied, he secured a section of paracord to her belt and the other end to his, giving them about twenty feet of maneuvering room. With a full roll of the paracord around his shoulder, should they need to be tied off to something, and his. “You didn’t marry when you came to the UK? In our religion, Orthodox priests can get married,” I said.“In my case, it was difficult, even though I had had the opportunity many times to get married.”“What was holding you back?” I asked.“I still love her, as I loved her back then,” he smiled. “Probably till the day I die.” We both sat there in silence, Father Petrou in deep thought.I wanted to speak to confess, tell him my story, but I didn’t. We had enough drama for one day. I will confess to. ”Slowly kissing and nibbling his way down my quivering body until his head was once again between my thighs, his tongue began gently exploring my soft folds, sliding deep into the very core of my womanhood like a small flexible cock, then withdrawing to lick some more; all the while squeezing and rolling my nipples with his fingers. I moaned and squirmed with pleasure as the sensation intensified with him sliding a couple fingers deep inside, finding my G-spot while teasing my clit with his.