Father K lets himself feel the pleasure of the situation, the pleasure of being watched by a vulnerable creature, something he does not normally do. H... waits for the congregation to disperse and leave but the girl still stays watching him. He begins to wonder why. She then speaks. "I feel like a filthy slut, Father K." Father K wonders if that was what she actually wanted to be."Why do you feel like a filthy slut?" asks Father K."My father is in hospital, my mother is upset and my brother is. She loved to give blow jobs. She had an enormous mouth. The girl could deep-throat like nine inch cocks down her throat. “Jack, imagine having her deep-throat your cock like that? I would love to have that bimbo sucking on my hard rod.” “Yea, dude. I can’t even imagine something like that.” We kept watching and then there were several scenes of Angela with women and then men. She was being fucked by three men in each hole. She was having the time of her life in the movie. I noticed that Jack. I feel your tongue lap at my flesh as you explore my shiny pinkness. Oh it feels so nice. I squirm as you lick and suck, hungrily eating me, greedily drinking the copious juices which flow from my vagina. I moan with pleasure. Minutes pass. Your probing tongue and lips savour every inch of my gash and intimate passages. At last, satiated, you stand, and I hear a rustle as you raise the front of your robe. Coming behind me again, you lay the length of your throbbing member on my buttocks. I feel. I could feel the folds of skin flipping and rolling to the left and right as her mouth moved deftly around my nether places.I realized I was tightening my legs around her head, so I tried to let them loosen and fall farther open. But, the spasms were uncontrollable. Her warm, wet mouth seemed to be everywhere. The thought passed through my mind that I might be cheating on my new boyfriend. But, Brit and I are just friends, we aren't lesbians. We like to do this with each other because we do it.