Both my women were on the pill and happy as larks. I know I was – being able to feel my cum shooting deep inside a lover’s protected pussy is some...hing no man should ever pass up. Mary fell into a role of ‘educating’ our new lover Darla and along the way, got a lot wilder. Actually, Darla didn’t take all that much encouraging – if it was new, she tried it. If it looked kinky, we ALL tried it. With my job away from home, sometimes a week at a time, my girls had plenty of time to let their. .. His stomach along my lower back and his legs along mine. The whole thing became erotic when he moved up his crotch against my ass and did a few strokes of simulated fuck against my ass rubbing his erection against my ass cheeks.I got startled and immediately moved back to lie on my back as Arun also moved along with me. The movement woke up my husband as he stopped snoring and adjusted himself to get back to sleep. Arun though never moved until he heard the snore of his dad. By now I figured. And, right beside the prayer bench there was a bed since, along with being an office and a confessional, the room was also Father Murphy's bedroom. The placement of the bed had been particularly advantageous on occasion but, with his desire to reform, Father Murphy knew he should relocate it away from the confessional."It's sort of like going to the dentist, isn't it, Sister? You don't want to do it but you know that if you don't, you'll have worse trouble later on." Oh, Father Murphy, I. Twenty minutes and no Lindsey. Thirty minutes and nothing. I began to think I missed her. I made my way to baggage claim. I waited as the bags from her flight made it to the carousel. One by one I watched as passengers grabbed bags and left, then I saw Lindsey’s violin case, then a minute later her large suitcase. I watched as they circled twice. I grabbed them the third go around and waited, and waited. I texted Lindsey, no response. I tried calling but it went straight to voice mail. I was.