I’m off to see Father O’Brien. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”“Thanks for seeing me, Father. I think I want to serve the Church again and ...ope you have some openings.”“Of course we do, my dear. You should know we only let people be servers if they are very good and pretty much without sin. When was the last time you’ve been to confession?”“It’s been over a year, Father. It sort of slipped my mind I guess.”“Don’t worry, Claudette. I can hear your confession right now.”I was dreading the. "Let me see that cock," a voice whispered. I immediately shed my own pants, my attention never swaying from Jessica's heaving bouncing chest. Beneath me, Melanie was down on her knees, my stiff little cock on one side and Grant's twisted fat boner on the other. "Shit, b*o," Grant sneered, "You've been fucking this chick with that thing? How do you even tit fuck her? Boobs like hers need a cock that can actually fit all the way through them." Some other time, this would have bothered me, but. ”she teased. I felt myself blush slightly as I looked sheepishly back at her. “Are you going to pop your cork? She quipped and she laughed cheekily, pointing to the bottle of wine in my hand. I chuckled and placed the bottle on the table, reaching for the corkscrew that she had placed there. I filled two glasses and sat down as she served dinner. She proved to be a fantastic cook and, as I plowed my way through everything she placed before me I felt glad I had accepted her invitation. Then she had said, “How little you must think of me, Father,” and walked away, back straight and head held high. Ælfred had tried to explain, to justify his decision but Æthelflaed refused to be drawn. All she would say was “It shall be as you command, My Lord.” It was to Ælfred’s great sadness that she never called him ‘Father’ thereafter. Now, the day had come when she must leave Wessex and travel to Tamoworthig in Mercia to be married. Hereward had begged the King for command of her escort..