Fuck it... I pulled her top away. Beautiful hard dark nipples. My cock was already hard but that made me so horny and she wasn’t waking up. I sat at...the edge of the couch. Slowly lifting her dress. Her beautiful golden brown asscheek appears. She had on like a pair of white bikini bottoms that tied on the sides. Her left asscheek showing cause they were wedged in her ass crack. I needed to see more. I lifted her dress all the way over her ass. Slowly I untied the panties. And ever so gently I. Father McCormick was one who took his vows of poverty seriously, though he wasn't necessarily living like a pauper. His kitchen was filled with nice things, many of them gifts practically forced upon him. It was decorated in a simple, but classy manner.One of the few perks he always allowed himself, however, were his teas. He drank his tea like an Englishman, never skimping on the expense. "God's work," as he often joked in the past, "never meant drinking anything manufactured by Lipton, a. So we left the bar and I headed to this small little pizza joint I had passed, that just happened to be 1/4 mile from my hotel. As we walked in, the guy behind the counter said, he was closing the dinning room so if we wanted to order we would have to take it with us. I of course knew this, but she didn’t so we ordered a large pizza with the works, waited for it to be made, then left.“My hotel is bout a 1/4 mile from here, if you want we can go back to there and eat” I asked knowing that we had. .. or whatever.”“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes,” he replied and ended the call. He still sounded slightly miffed.“I’m still working on that,” PLATO said as she put the telephone back in its cradle.“Working on what?” Marcella replied.“Intentional deception,” he answered. “Intentional non-truth is not proper for me. I was created for learning and knowledge, not falsehood.“What is truth?” she said with a smile. Then she quickly added, “No, don’t answer that. We only have a few minutes.