I loved the mysterious names of the garments that we learned when we practised laying them out. The Surplice - a decorative white tunic worn over the ...assock. The stole, a long, narrow strip of cloth d****d around the neck, a vestment of distinction, a symbol of ordination.The alb - the common garment of all ministers at the eucharist, worn over a cassock. The chasuble, the outermost sacramental garment of priests and bishops, often quite decorated. His was emerald green with a large. I lightly kiss the back of your neck and just the tips of my fingers lightly slide down over your neck, down over your shoulder, and gently slide down over the curve of your waist, and continue down over your hip and half way down your thigh, so lightly, then slide my hand back up again. I hear you moan so softly as my finger tips so softly slide up and down your side, feeling and tickling your soft skin.Kissing the back of your neck, I gently nibble your skin, my tongue sliding up and down as. I met him a few weeks ago and we've been talking off and on. He's a nice guy, single, about my age. We're going to double date with his sister and her boyfriend." Hey, that's great. It's good to see you getting out. Where are you going?" Don't laugh, but it's a dinner dance at the Norwegian Hall." Well, that makes perfect sense for a Larson," I smiled."I thought so too. His name is Harald Christensen. He's a school teacher at a private school on South Granville." Sounds like a good, solid. The clit worked it’s magic but not to my benefit. Don’t get me wrong, I knew whatever feelings she was having that I would get my reward later (not in heaven) and boy did she cum.She tensed up, came up onto her toes, squeezed the shit out of my cock, grabbed my right hand and showed me what it was I was supposed to be doing (even though I’ve been doing it for many, many years (and no, I haven’t been doing it wrong all these years), her left hand gave way on the wall she was propped up against.