God willing, he’ll retire from St. Dunstan’s in a few years.’ She sat back and puffed her cigar. ‘I can do business with George. Is his Rachel...coming along?’ ‘Yes. Their marriage seems secure once again, and she’s doing better after some Prozac and psychotherapy.’ ‘Did you pull any strings to get this done?’ I blew a smoke ring. ‘Yes. I thought George was the best person to come here, so when I talked with Bishop Horace and Archdeacon Tommy yesterday, I put a word in. The Bishop was feeling. "You...really want to stay like this?"I lifted my head and gazed back into his eyes. "For ever and ever, daddy," I said and he stared at me as though weighing my fact against enchantment, his deflated expectations against perked fascination."Jesus you're--you're so--so beautiful!" he breathed with unabashed charm, gazing my face with marveling awe, and beneath my relief I once again felt a funny bump or budge nudging under my lace-sheathed thigh by his belt buckle. Maybe he read my awareness in. ”We looked at each other, and our faces registered the same outlandish suspicion at the exact same time. “They can’t be… surely,” Carol said.“I suppose if we can, they can,” I replied.“Oh this could be so good!” Carol exclaimed, setting off upstairs with me in her wake.It was a big house, and we didn’t hear the voices immediately, but we didn’t have to move far down the hallway until we did. Clearly the pair thought that shutting the door to one of the bedrooms was enough, but of course it. “But, this time, you feel. I want you to feel.”I led her to the bed and assisted her into the center. I moved alongside her body, our skin coming into contact more and more as I lowered my upper body onto her, our breasts coming into contact as our lips touched, our mouths opening on contact. I sucked in her lower lip and she duplicated my action, takes my upper lip. I rotated my mouth on hers, our mouths opening further. My tongue explores her lip, the outside of her lower teeth, and touching.