"Brad, Val, this is the Rev. Adams, he's the hospital chaplain. I thought maybe he could help." With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me back down...to the waiting area."Beth, what made you do that?" Neither of us were religious people and knew Val and Brad weren't either."I just thought an impartial third party might be able to help them work things out. It was pretty obvious the two of them weren't going to get anywhere by themselves and it would be easier taking to an outsider."We were. "Angel rolled over and sighed, "God dammit!"The Pirelli family sat lined up as usual on same pew they had sat on nearly every week from the time Martin's children were all very small. Jordan wondered if St. Christopher's Cathedral would ever be the same now that the entire Pirelli family was back together again under the same walls after fifteen long years.Ten o'clock Sunday morning Mass was a tradition for Martin and his children. Despite everything else that happened in their lives throughout. You're loving it now; your moans have changed, a deeper, more throaty groan dragging through your lips as you revel in me fucking your arse. I up the pace, firmly fingering you deep and hard while I return my mouth to your clit, sucking it into my mouth and letting my teeth gently graze over it. You're pushing against me, every point of contact made more intense by your insistent grinding. My lips form a secure seal on you as I roughly push my thumb deep inside your pussy, pinching together. Back and forth. Long moments must have passed unnoticed. My heart is pounding, my breath growing shorter. The hot water continues to flood over me. An image of her gorgeous ass causes an involuntary quickening. Back and forth. I lean back against the wall and for a moment my eyes half open. My heart almost stops and I freeze. She is standing in the doorway. Her long dark mane is tousled, half over her face and a strand is in her mouth. She is biting her lip, her firm tits heaving. I feel.