"There is a Catholic chapel here, but I don't know when the priest will be here!" she told me starting to become frantic.We hadn't visited any of the ...ew churches here for Christmas. Instead we held a service in the large parlor at Hickory Hill. Mrs. O'Flannagain had brought her Bible. Many of the other women had been jealous but grateful as none of them had one. Various passages were read from it, and our Sisters and Cousins had sung hymns during the service. Everyone attending seemed to have. Somehow I felt a desperate but conscious need notto become too overwhelmed in spite of this stunning loving.As his powerful thrusts became rhythmic and driven I somehow I foundmyself biting my lip simply so I would not be vanquished by the throwsof an early orgasm. My heart and soul were already there and myoverwhelmed mind was above and beyond! His physicality and strength hadme so helpless and his intense thrusts left me so thrilled that I waslosing my mind!The beauty of having an emotional. She had an overflowing bookshelf with all sorts of titles for leisure reading as well as interesting non-fiction. She seemed like a cool girl. A copy of the Kama Sutra even sat on her bookshelf, the thought of which got me excited at first glance.Pictures of her and friends were all over a bulletin board, most seemingly taken at parties. Most were equally attractive girls, but several were guys. She seemed to have a tomboy side to her.Every couple minutes I would quickly leave the room and. Helen removed all of her clothing except for her thigh high boots. Peter and I removed all of her clothing and I noticed that Helen was checking out two very hard cocks in front of her eyes. We both took turns of sucking on her pussy and drinking from her nectar which was so tasty and absolutely delicious. Her orgasms were loud and absolutely enjoyable as she rolled around in pleasure going from one hard working tongue to another. Peter was so worked up at this stage and got her into position.