Walking down the street, kicking little stones along the cracked sidewalk along the way, I turned the corner of our street and saw Father Paul’s old...car parked in our driveway.It was nothing out of the ordinary, Father Paul, who was the priest at our church, would come by frequently to sit in our living room with my mother and talk about church business; who would do what for the upcoming bake sale, ideas for the school, and the occasional gossip of who hadn’t been attending Mass lately.Father. Wo kuchh der shant rahi. Fir bolikya ye tum pahle kar chuke ho. MaineKaha han. Magar 2 bar. Uske bad wo dono gujarat ke bahar chali gai thi. Priya boli ki meri doFriends hain jo meri shop pe akksar aati hain aur unhe isi type ka ek ladka chahiye jo din me jaKar unhe sex ke maje de sake. Maine kaha kyon nahin.tum unhe mere mob. No. De do aur meriRate bata do. Priya bolo kitna bataun? Maine kaha minimum 2000/- for day only & 3000/- puri rat ke. jisme main sirf do bar hi sex karunga. Aur 1 aurat. We easily got into a rhythm and it wasn't long before Chad was having an orgasm of his own. As our bodies began to ease back to reality, we lay there and softly stroked and caressed each other. There was a deep satisfaction in knowing that we were meant to be together. It was a very sexy and satisfying encounter. I was very pleased with the result.We lay there for quite a long time before Chad said he had some things he had to do. I learned later that he went down the hall and knocked on. She pulled out a pair of comfortable pants and a shirt and lay them on the bed and leaned up to kiss me goodnight. “Goodnight,” I called to her, wondering what the fuck to do now.I changed and lay down on the bed. There was a book by the side of the bed with a bookmark in it, as if I had been there the week before and left off at that point. I read it for a few minutes, thinking it might have a clue. If there was a clue there, it was meaningless to me. I nodded off.I heard the door open. .