In the rainy wet of the shower, he came to me and took me gently at the waist, bending down to kiss me. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beauti...ully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths. We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His hands rested gently on my waist. Mine were on his arms. The only other contact between us was the push of his erection against my stomach. The lack of contact was maddening, totally hot.. With Ms Blackwood as your keeper of course.' His cock ached to come as Miriam moved away and he watched her sit in the leather sofa and light another cigarette, her eyes burning with contempt as she crossed her glorious thighs, Thelma walking slowly around him and flexing the cane that had already reduced him to tearful defeat. Her generous arse moved majestically in the tight leather skirt as she savoured teasing him visually before punishment; she wanted him to remember her performance when. "No, I haven’t talked to her yet, I’ve only been here, what, a week. But she looks to be a MILF."Helen’s eyes went wide, and a strange feeling gripped her stomach and mixed with the guilt about her shameless eavesdropping. She was well aware of the meaning of the word MILF, and it was, undoubtedly, derogatory. Still, it also was a form of compliment, to be found pretty. Even if it was by a girl who probably used the term without any deeper thoughts."No, she’s crawling around in her garden all. The older pastor could see his young friend was troubled deeply. “What is bothering you my son?” he asked. “Well it appears a member of my congregation has stolen my bike” he replied.The elder said “If I may give you some advice you might get your bike back. Next Sunday preach on the 10 Commandments and when you get to ‘Thou shall not steal’ really emphasise it”.Well the next week they met again and the young pastor was once again riding his bike.“Well “ said the older one “I see my advice.