. I think! we continue our conversation instead. Your leg brushes against mine again.. that was no accident... you actually rubbed it against me slowl..., seductively & most definitely on purpose... I don't want you to stop so I reach under the table & gently pull your calf closer to my leg... no resistance my fingers subtly caress the siky material of your stockings & I can feel the heat of your soft skin through the gossamer thin material... I watch for you reaction... yep she like my touch. "How is your wife?" I asked. "Will she be joining us?" The silence was deafening, and I knew right away that it was a mistake. I tried to apologize, but he waved it off. "Lost Lois 4 months ago," he told me. "We were planning on coming out here together, but she was hit by a drunk driver." "I'm so sorry," I told him. "Thanks. She didn't know what hit her, and I'm mighty thankful for that. The police told me that she may not have even known it happened, it was just that quick. The driver. ” With that he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. She stood there, frozen with fear as he groped and fondled her through her underwear until he appeared satisfied that she had, in fact, been telling the truth. She glared at him in disbelief, the humiliation and rage glinting in her pretty eyes.Ostensibly humbled by his own misjudgement, the warmth returned to the priest’s face and he spoke in a friendlier tone. “Sit down,” he said. Caroline turned and started toward her chair but. My cock a cummy mess, and funny enough I had to wank myself of each time to finish the night, most times sucking hard on his cummy cock to get the taste of his cum to help me satisfy my need to cum.Then he fisted me kneeling up one night ,, wow that’s even more intense, as he did I jumped of the bed, the intensity to much to bear, then he did it again slower, and soon I took it kneeling, it got better too, especial when he slipped his cock in with his fist , so tight, I could feel him holding.