” Although the Bishop was very much Father Mahoney’s superior in the Catholic order, the latter was older by a couple of decades. The Bishop bade ...im sit on a rather worn couch, and then joined him. The receptionist came back with a tray. “Coffee?” asked the Bishop, pouring for his guest.Father Mahoney had never really gotten a handle on Bishop Bates; affable and kind, anything but impressed with himself, yet a strict and even ruthless disciplinarian whenever the occasion required it. Mahoney. “Kiss me deeply” I answer as I let my knees fall slowly to the sides revealing my waiting pussy. Just his breath now of my outer lips as they begin to swell and part even more than they already have to invite his touch. But he withholds his touch and teases me with his hot breath until I whimper "please". Slowly, and so softly, his tongue now probes my swollen lips and with slow languorous strokes he moves down towards my anus then up into my wet vagina. Moaning I arch against his tongue. I knew it was just a matter of time before I needed to scream, but until then, she made me feel so good, I even let out some tears. I didn't know if she wanted to see them, but she did as I showed them to her again.They came down my cheeks slowly and displayed the emotions I got from her as well. I wasn't in love with her, but she still made me feel so good that I cried. Even with me moving her head somewhat and me jiggling, I saw her looking my way.We both proved to have some sexual chemistry,. Glenn led me to a room at the back corner of the house which was the master suite. The room was beautiful, the bed was a king size cherry four poster with lovely silk brocade bedding. On the other side of the room in the far corner was a sitting area perfect for reading. Two large oversized chairs with an ottoman to share encompassed the area. Resting on the foot stool was a book left open face down. I could easily picture Glenn, feet up, reading by the light of the table lamp and drinking a.