.where could the good Father be? Noticing the side door was ajar hestepped slowly into the sunshine, his feet crunching on the gravel paththat wound ...lowly through the grassy graveyard. Tall oak trees swayedgently in the breeze sending dappled shadows across the graves of thoselong dead. The graveyard was secluded and private, visible only fromthe back of the church and Malcolm wondered if the Father had gone for abrief walk to stretch his legs?He began to follow the path, his feet almost. " Pete chuckled as Ann followed Julia into the room. A lewd, half- drunken smile covered the better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. "Has she given the royal consent to play 'pussy' with your friend Carlos here, too?" he continued, laughing at his own obscene cleverness.Ann gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on a chair in the corner of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos. Her eyes assessed the furnishings apprehensively. It certainly was designed for an. He ran a hand down her back and into her tiny lace panties, she gasped and pressed herself even harder against him, grinding her breasts into his chest,"John" she cried out, "John he's got his hands in my panties" Tell him to take them off then" I suggested helpfully, "Get naked for him, both of you get naked" Mmm, yes" she mumbled as she scrabbled at his Santa Claus jacket, "Let's get naked Santa"She drew the jacket up over his head leaving his big barrel chest naked, then dropped to her knees. He didn't intend that another day would go by without him knowing the satisfaction of a woman's warm, soft, receptive body. How he'd gone these last forty-eight hours since his release was almost more than he could fathom right at the moment, but then, with a little thought that wasn't too difficult to reason either.There were other things besides the need for normal sexual satisfaction one became obsessed with when he was buried "inside"... and in this case it had been a plan to extort a.