We sat in his office and talked.He sat there, stroking his beard, thinking. “We are going to use that money to help the community,” he said. He go... up, marched up and down the small office. He continued, “We can start with The Salvation Army.”Father Petrou had many contacts. We would get cooked food at cost price. It could be from restaurants or grocery stores. He made the call, and I collected and delivered. Charity shops, shelters, homeless people, wherever help was needed, I was there.. When I entered her pussy, my whole mind went blank. I was immersed in pleasure. As my dick explored the depths of her pussy, it felt like my body was feeling the depths of heaven. When I entered her pussy , I realised what it feels like to be in heaven. I realised why people said that heaven lies in between a woman’s legs because every inch of me was getting a zest of pleasure from every moment of our heavenly sex .I shouted , “Fuck,sharmini. Your pussy feels so fucking good”. She couldnt reply. I took her home that night, I couldn’t help myself. Her kisses burned with passion as she arched her back in my arms. The most delicious little moans began to escape her. We tasted each other’s lips and tongues out on the balcony for the whole world to witness, as I delighted in how sensitive her back was when my fingers gently traced her spine. “We should go in,” she huskily whispered in my ear. That’s when I knew she would not back out, not become bashful or regretful. I lifted her little. She was drop dead gorgeous, taller then her sisters, bigger in the boob department and the same long legs that run in the family. I met her at a swinger's party. No, she wasn't a swinger but her ex was and took her to a party. When some men tried to grope her she hauled off and hit them. Raised a big stink and the police were called in. I was on duty that night; I took her aside and calmed her down. There were no charges pressed after they found out she was Connie Carter. She would have their.