I probably would have been even more pissed off, but I was just so fucking tired that I didn't really care.When I finally was able to get out of my fi...thy clothes and have a shower in our apartment, Liz almost screamed when she saw my bruises. After a few minutes she was looking for the nearest drugstore for some painkillers. I almost objected, but swallowed my pride and thanked her. I managed to stay awake just as long as it took those pills to take effect.The next morning I still hurt all. It seems she found out that I am reading them. One day she called out,’Shashank, Shashank,’ the tone was a little harsh. She had never been harsh to me.‘Whatever you are doing is wrong Shashank, you must study and graduate, and take up a good job, settle down and marry.’ She said, ‘But what you are doing is bad, bad because the way it is done.’‘What mom’, I stood apologetically pretending not to know what she meant.‘What, you ask me what that magazine I was reading, and you go check it out in. Fr. Joe moans loudly as more and more of my thick bonerslides into his tight little ass. And when my bloated nuts are against thepriest's flaming buns, I grab his narrow waist, and start to plow in and out.Fr. Joe mumbles again in Latin as I really start to plow his tight, sweatyhole. My balls smack Fr. Joe's blistered little buns with each forwardstroke. Each time my huge Catholic cock pounds the little priest's thrummingprostate, his stubby cock leaks more lube. . Sometimes he caressed her nipples or strummed her clit. Sometimes she’d reach down and bounce his balls. Sustaining a wonderful plateau of pleasure.Both of them grinned at Nigella when she joined them. She found another robe. She chuckled and shook her head.Joe and Moe hadn’t quite finished their meal when things progressed beyond their easy fuck. Moe leaned over. Joe managed to push the chair back. But her bouncing on him wasn’t enough. “Fuck it,” she moaned and crawled onto the table. Somehow.