She looks into his ice blue eyes and places her juice covered finger on his lips. The priest follows her lead, doing the same with his finger. They wa...ch as each of them lick Margo’s juice from the others finger.When they finished, Margo asked, “Was I a good little bad girl, Father?”“Yes Margo, you were. Now there is another problem that we must address.”“What is that, Father?”“The use of the Lord’s name when you came, Margo.”“I am sorry Father, what would you like me to do?” Margo says in an. ClaireI love my work. Why? Because I get to spend my days making women happy....anda few special men, who should have been born women, extremely happy.On the surface, you wouldn't think there's anything special about me. I'm 51years old (already!), tall, with a nicely proportioned figure and goldenblonde hair that's still shoulder length. I exercise, try to eat healthyfoods, and generally take care of myself. I beam with pride when someonetakes me to still be in my mid-30s.Not that I'm vain,. I started moving my hand faster and faster and probing her pussy as deep as I could. She was moaning loudly and let out a loud scream. She came all over my hand and her knees buckled slightly. I slowly removed my hand to let her recover. In her dazed afterglow I gently stood her up and turned her around to face me. I undid her blouse and removed it. Then I unsnapped her bra and her perfect breasts came bouncing out. They were even better than I had imagined. They were perfectly symmetrical and. I wouldn't like to say that I and my wife are monogamous or polyamorous, we are both. We have our monogamous relationship with each other because it is a connection in our hearts that only we share. But in the wider context, we share that in polyamorous ways. For example, nowadays, we rarely have sex without our boyfriend Michael being involved. Teasingly, we made up rules for each other, in this case, that I'm not allowed to have sex with her vaginally anymore unless it is both me and Michael.