“You look beautiful when you swear and talk dirty just like last night,” he said.“Why don’t you go and rot your life away in prison! Get the f...ck out of here and out of my life!” She screamed, losing strength in her thumps on his chest.Dan’s next statement to her fell on deaf ears as she continued yelling. “I don’t care what you said. Go, and get the fuck out of here!” She pointed to the door, then broke down in tears once more.“Will you let me explain what happened?” He pleaded.“What, explain. He knew better than leave a mess in Father Leary's private bathroom.He flushed before walking into Leary's office. Leary was dressed and sitting at his desk. Father Lester didn't know how to start but he had news for the old priest. News that might even mean that Leary would let him get his cock sucked before long.Father Lester started to speak. "Father Leary, I..."Leary interrupted before he could say more." Get dressed Father. You don't need to be naked to talk to me."Lester started dressing. Her fingers began to probe deeper into Sara's now slick cunt. Sara began to moan and squirm so pleasantly under Becky's tender attentions.Sara always was easy to get off, but it was a wonderful spectacle to behold when she did. The way her lithe, thin frame twisted and gyrated. The sweet moans and groans the emanated from her innocent looking mouth. How the sweat would bead on her forehead and her breasts. Becky just loved to make Sara cum, and as she bit down hard on Sara's other nipple and. I figured she fucked some of them. That’s why I always used condoms when I was with her. She could have been pretty if she would have put some effort into it. If she would fix her hair and wear makeup. She had a good body, big breasts and a nice round ass, although she was getting thick around the middle. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and good skin. She didn’t wear makeup or scents. Her typical outfit was jeans and a sweatshirt, the clothes she wore to work. She was strictly.