“Oh yes, Ronnie. That’s so good,” Christine encouraged him as she reached back with one hand to rub her clit.Ron kneaded his sister’s taut bu...tocks, teasingly slipping a finger across the iris of her ass every so often. Once he felt his urgency to come subside, he started rocking his hips at a snail’s pace, reveling in his sister’s tight embrace.Her fingers dancing over her clit, Christine gasped with every thrust, and moaned with every withdrawal. She could feel the hot pressure of her own. Given time, she would have stalked the priest and killed him. God spared her the effort; she was spared certain doom to self and family.The news stories contained detailed accounts of Father Bernard's service in the church and his long tenure at the city's most prominent cathedral, but told little concerning his death. Unflattering details in the reporters' story drafts were excised by their editors. They had been told by their publishers and managers to censor any such reports. Late evening. .. Constancia ... Constancia has been blackmailing me." What!" her father yelled, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa ... don't hurt me ... it's not what you think ... please!" She began crying, her body shook causing her large bust to shake.Her father looked at her, the belt in his hand swing back and forth like a pendulum."Bend. Any other night I would not have given him a second look, I just don'tpick up strangers and fuck them, or at least I never used to before thispast week. But I was hungry for a man.But I was stuck; I wanted a man, but not just any man, because if it wasjust about a cock, then Duck Dynasty guy would have sufficed. NO I wasstuck because I wanted Allen!So Sunday I started constructing a plan, which started with the dress.I waited until the afternoon to call Suze. As I suspected she was in alousy.