The priest came to the door dressed in white robes. He spoke Spanish of course which was fine. Jerrod's Spanish wasn't as good as mine, so I explained...to the priest and interpreted for Jerrod. I could have cut him out of the loop completely, except that it would look all wrong to the priest.The priest allowed us in to look around and to say a prayer for the departed. I had a couple of ingenious bugs. One was a roach looking beetle. That one I left in the Sanctuary. I had no hope at all that it. And then it finally happened with his sucking and fingering I came.I came on his hand and then I was gasping like I just ran a marathon. He took his hand out and then tasted my cum and then gave me another french kiss. My cum dripping from his mouth. He was playing with my tongue and pinching both my boobs at the same time.It was amazing. I was now rubbing his hard 8-inch cock over his boxers. Then he broke the kiss and said, “How’s your cum you slut?” I replied with a very slutty face, “Your. Within a short time spell, she had learned far more from me than I ever cared to divulge to anyone, and I found myself groping for phrases to keep her from overcoming the last vestiges of my privacy. Somewhere through the gloom I remember cautioning myself that she was undoubtedly a professional, and more than likely, one with designs on my material assets rather than my physical ones. She called herself Mia although her dark eyes and flowing hair spoke more of a Mediterranean beauty rather. “Madeira, honey, I want you to slide underneath Sarah, so we can both breed her. I’m going to also fuck your pussy between strokes inside her. I will fuck her a few strokes at a time, and then I will fuck you while you fuck her. Every time I pull out of her, slide into her, and I will enter you. Deal?” I smiled at Madeira, who was very thrilled at this idea of a man-woman-futa threesome.My mind now found Madeira truly content to be a futa, as long as it was understood that she was also a woman..