I forget the exact words but the gist of it was that Christopher Columbus was blessed in that chapel before setting sail on the voyage which led to th... discovery of the new world, nowadays known as the Americas. A few well chosen words and a generous donation to the kindly old priest got us inside the chapel and we took it in turns to place our feet in the well worn ruts where the great man himself had stood centuries before, it was quite a profound feeling doing that and we came out feeling. She gives a bit of a start but then smiles slowly, looking around to see if anyone’s watching. Then without turning around she reaches into the waistband of her pants and pulls out her black thong. She lets it go with a quiet snap against her soft freckled lower back. “Good morning” I say, and then under my breath, “You know how much I love your panties, don’t you?” “Well, well,” she says in a low sexy voice, “now that I do know…” she trails off smiling up at me. I wonder what she could mean by. I had a pretty good idea which one was her. I had seen this pose the night before as well. I grinned, the feel of victory touching my words.“What happens if I get this one?” I asked.“Then you win. Duh!”“There is one more set. What if I get that one right too? Bonus territory?”Heather contemplated for only an instant. “You don’t get to see it, if you win now.”“But I want to see it!”“Then maybe you should get this one wrong,” she suggested simply.“What? No!”“As soon as I’m naked, I want you to. Evidently she did this often since we immediately turned on to a little trail in the woods around the parking lot. She was in better shape than I was and whenever I would fall behind, she would jog back to me and smack my bouncing cock with her flogger. My cock was not smart enough to hide and the beating only made it get hard again. 10 minutes of running brought us out of the woods behind a small donut shop that advertised that it was open all night. Since the parking lot was well lit, I.