I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. This was a convenient t...uch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without having to go to the main parts. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While. " Gregory was prepared; he knew his guests. They all played the same game, but he played it best. Alice slipped back into the room and seemed startled that three pairs of eyes watched her. "Come here, Alice," he said. He was pleased that she obeyed quickly. From his pocket he pulled out another butt plug. Not the same one as before; this one was a size bigger. He had another of those small vials of lubrication. He lifted his eyebrows at her and she flushed. But she also bent over in a lithe,. .. Hannh... help it." she panted and then, when his lips again closed on her traitorous clit, her hands grasped the priest's head and she pulled him tighter against her pulsating pussy. Her big, soft thighs locked around his head and her wide hips rocked wildly as her unwilled climax surged through her innocent loins.The hot-blooded cleric thrust his tongue into the spasming entrance to her virgin cunt and almost smothered as her soft, wet pussy-pie was mashed against his face. And then her. Running shorts are great, for running. I follow the old adage of 'If you think the running shorts are too short, they are.' However, even my sensible running shorts were starting to have a problem concealing my bulge. Our closeness caused her to bump up against it which only made things worse. She shifted again and her side rubbed against it. I moved back only to have her shift her body again and make contact. We stopped kissing and Gina gave me a coy smile. She stood up, reached for the water.