Actually, now that she thought about it, what she did to herself made her feel better than Tom ever had. She’d never, ever been loved the way Ron ha... been loving Linda, though. Just the memory of what she’d seen pushed her excitement up another notch. Ron, still awake, continued contemplating the possibility of making it with Lynette. He imagined what her slim, girlish body – in contrast to his wife’s lush, full form – would look like unclothed. How did she act when she was making love? What. In the beginning, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane’s unconventional doctrine, but the older priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist.Dott had never made an issue of Fontane’s escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting plenty of blow jobs. His first convulsion shot a load down my open gullet and caused him to pull on my hardened teats. That surge of stimulation sent me over the edge as I shot streams across his shirt. As his contractions ended, I continued to shudder with his tongue still deeply ensconced in my rear entrance. Releasing his withering penis from my mouth, I stammered, "If you don't stop, I may have to marry you," then began to snicker.Joe quickly withdrew his tongue, so I rolled off of him, and we both broke out. Though I`ve a short memory, I by this time was a stiff as I can ever remember, near painfully so. I am no Adonis, or Mr Atlas, I`m old paunchy and tall, my old dick measures just six inches, and I am nothing special, but this woman had me feeling like I was casenover, no wife even shadowed the horizon, no guilt, and no shadows just the knowledge that I needed this woman. If she wanted pain and it meant I should have this woman then that`s what she would get in aces.The leather skirt fell from.