I moved up behind her, placed my hands on her ass and lined my cock up with her pussy lips, rubbing myself along her slit a couple of times. She moane... softly as I pushed forward slightly, spreading her pussy lips open as the head of my hard cock slipped inside her. Revelling in the feeling, I grabbed her hips and quickly thrust the rest of my cock inside her, spearing her on my member. She gasped aloud at the invasion and began to gyrate her hips in small circles, stimulating my cock. Holding. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he said."Yeah, maybe so," I agreed."Those Opus Christe scum —" he grew angry."I don't think. With a smile I turned back to the window. The guys who weren't busy stood beside me, helping to block the view as an elderly couple walked by, suspiciously eyeing us but unable to see anything incriminating. I could hear my wife moaning as two cocks came in her again, and by the sound of it she was too far gone to do anything other than enjoy every minute of it. She squealed her surprise at their first spurts, then happily guzzled down every drop of cum that shot into her throat. The guy in her. Helena, I saw only Patricia. We held hands most of the way, and we talked. I realized, somewhere along the way, that I enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distinct change from my usual mode. She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable intellect and a willingness to think. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments.It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the.