How does that make you not a heretic?" The Pope, in my youth, had me live with him in Rome. It was there I learned that he was an impostor too. I don'... know how many times he fumbled under the cloaks of papal wisdom as I squirmed on his lap. Yes, Mercy, it's astonishing isn't it? Popes, grand viziers and rabbis acting as nothing more than men, grown-ups playing with their toys."While they played and pretended, I showed them just how venal and stupid they were. I captured Jerusalem almost on my. Once she was actually in the shower the light was better. The shower stall she was in was on the corner so she was well illuminated from at least two angles. The light poured over her alabaster skin, illuminating her shapely back and occasional allowed me a brief glimpse of her swaying breasts as she lathered soap into her hair. My cock was hard as a rock by then. I unzipped my pants and began to slowly stroke my rigid meat as I watched. It was hard to keep the field glasses steady as I. Cindi started to care for this man already. By the sound of his accent she figured he must be a New Yorker. She had never really listened to the men before as she didn’t really care but there was some kindness from this guy at least for now. He took her by the hand and led her upstairs into his bedroom and then into the bathroom so she could first take a bath or shower. Cindi chose the bath, to sooth her aching body. Darren filled the tub for her and helped her into the water. Cindi couldn’t. ” “What’s that, Moriah?” “You have to let me see that huge cock of yours again.” I purred, crawling on all fours up to him until our lips touched and he was under me. He slid his hand into my thong strap and snapped in on my skin, sending tingling feelings all down my spine, then proceeded to work the thong off of my being and onto the floor. He slipped a finger deep into my already wet pussy and began to call me a dirty slut. I took his finger out and pulled his cock out from the hole in.