About ten minutes later I got another text from Jenna. This one said, ‘Call me ASAP. Important. About Gary’.We were only a few minutes from the sc...ool and I was anxious and concerned. When we arrived, I immediately got off the bus and found a place where I could talk. I called Jenna, “What’s going on?”“You need to come get Gary. He’s all fucked up. He is here over at Caroline’s parent’s house and he is drunk. He threw up all over himself in the basement. Caroline is freaking out because her. Of course, that didn’t bother the parson, who was the ultimate king of the “grab your ankles” generation of consummate cheek spreaders ready to anoint any available bottom with the seeds of enlightenment. He had already initiated most of his female congregation into the practice of anal submission in covert sessions of Bible study. He did it all under the guise of preparing the happy ankle grabbers for the temptation of sinful pursuit of hedonistic weaknesses so rampant in the younger. My mouth watered. I gave myself full access by pushing her legs back and teased her a bit by letting only by breath touch her at first. I kissed her thighs before putting her pussy in my mouth. I took a few long licks and slurped up her juices. I fucked her with my tongue then gave her clit proper attention. I took cues from her as she moaned and moved under me. I slid a finger into her and worked it in and out as I licked. She pushed down on my head and jerked her hips letting out a loud wail.. ”I showed Deirdre through to the kitchen and pointed to Brigit’s unused cup of coffee still steaming.“How did you know to have coffee ready?” she asked, as she picked up the cup.“Brigit left it.”“Brigit left it?”“Yes. She’s just left.”Deirdre nearly dropped the cup. Her hands were shaking as she put it down on the table. She had turned pale.“Are you OK?” I asked.“I think so, Raymond. Are we talking about the same Brigit?”“I don’t know. I am talking about Brigit the Irish earth goddess. Which.