Billy has not spoken, instead turning his head back and forth to see our reactions to what we were saying to each other. He spoke up now, looking dire...tly at me: “Abby describes a great simpatico between you two, and I felt it too when I saw you two enter the bar. She knows I have desires that go beyond what we can share, and we did not want someone who would come between us but would be able to make us both whole. She is the analytical one, so she took her time figuring you out. Me, I wear my. .. I had no idea... I mean, this won’t need to be made public, will it? I mean, he is a celibate of course, he –”“He is not the only ‘celibate’ in this diocese to betray his vows, is he, though, Your Excellency?” interrupted Jane.“Whatever do you mean?” replied the Bishop, a sudden mixture of mock-indignation and terror on his face.“Or should I ask Mrs Hutchinson about that?” pressed the Detective Inspector. “I am a Detective Inspector, you know. The clue’s in the title.”The bishop’s face. “Thank me, bitch!” “Thank you.” “You can stop doing my laundry now, my little slave. I have other plans for you.” Hilary said as she winked at her big sister. “Do some jumping jacks!” Hilary commanded. Haylie then started to do jumping jacks. Hilary watched her sister’s breasts as she watched her boobs bounce up and down. This was really turning Hilary on and she couldn’t help but to just put her hand over her clothed vagina. “Tell me you’re a slut.” Hilary told her trying to see if she would. Sonia’s free hand, the one that was not trapped under her, sought Michelle’s sex. A finger slipped over her clit to the slick lips of her opening. The touch was electric and so much different than that of a man’s roughness; very delicate, smaller obviously, but also very much more experienced at what feels good for a woman. The kiss became more frantic as Michelle’s body responded to the stimulation. Somehow they breathed while tongues explored each others mouths. Sonia’s nipple.