The two priests were busy at something on the far side of the room. Chinzel breathed a silent curse, unable to see what they were doing in the semi da...kness. Greatly daring, he crept forward on to his hands and knees, careful to keep a row of benches between himself and the priests."There, that should hold you until the worshippers get here." Chinzel froze in momentary panic as the priest's voice boomed out a couple of short steps from where he crouched. There was a hissing sputter as another. “What would you like to play?” “How about Poker, that is a lively game. Lets play for something, but what?” “Lets have a few hands and think about what the prize can be, alright.” All the while we were playing we had been sipping on a bottle of red wine, and I got up to get another as we finished the first one. It had started to become boring, so after we played another half dozen games and she had been winning most of them, she decided to up the stakes and suggested we play Strip Poker. . I look over my shoulder at you and slide my hands down to my waist and hips, spreading my legs a little. Your mouth is open in amazement, so I must be doing something right. Slowly I bend over, my legs straight, my hands reaching for my ankles, as my skirt slides up and you see the top of my slender thighs – can you just make out the thin strand of my thong? It just covers my pussy, but doesn't leave much to the imagination.I stand up again, turn to face you and walk over to where you're. If they are all like that, I think I can put up with it. It is with it happening more and more frequently; that is the real bugbear!”John said nothing, but hugged her tighter and lovingly kissed her cheek. Vickie gave him an encouraging smile, adding, “That is what I want when I get to this stage.”John looked up at Vickie, and smiled back. “I am getting use to this responsibility, Vickie. The last three were more used to birthing a child without the father around, but you modern Americans have.