My composure amazed me as I watched my stoic self from a distant emotional perch. I promised that self, that hurt and angry woman, ample time to deal ...ith the raw feelings later. Alone. At that moment, I simply wanted to get the hell out of there before things went from bad to worse. I almost made it, too, but in the split second between speaking and turning away, I saw my true meaning register in his eyes. Goodbye. They grew rounder as they instantly filled with tears, but he didn’t speak.. ’ He cupped one breast in his palm and kneaded it provocatively, rasping her nipple with his thumb. His caresses became increasingly blatant as Sarah became increasingly breathless. ‘Do you seriously think,’ he growled, ‘that I’m ever going to let you go?’ ‘Brian, I want to be taken to my father’s house,’ Sarah demanded. Brian began exploring the other side of her neck. ‘I’ll take you to see your father tomorrow. Tonight, we’re getting married.’ ‘Brian,’ she groaned, trying to push his hand. She wanted his cum, and the priest was more than happy to give it to the slut. He drew back and slammed into her depths, grunting as he exploded. His cum pulsed from his dick. Every blast sent pleasure shuddering through him. The feminine voice that whispered in his soul cried out her bliss, experiencing it with him. He savored cumming in a married womans pussy. I have stolen her from her husband. Father Augustine smiled as the thought sank through the fuzzy haze of bliss on his mind. Father,. I went back to my drink a little embarrassed because I was caught, but no worse for wear I suppose. I surprised when I felt her warm hand near my crotch. She rubbed it up and down my inner thigh slowly."Don't be shy now." She sucked on my ear and rand her soft hands up and down my bulge. her soft touches turning me on. "Even if it is kind of cute"."Dance with me." she breathed into my ear. She pulled me through the crowd and we began to dance. It was more like dry fucking on the dance floor,.