’That, at least, I could understand. Funerals hereabouts, I knew, were much more common than marriages or christenings. When Dorothy and I moved her... in preparation for my retirement, the village had a population of under two thousand, and the figure has declined steadily. There used to be three public houses but now there are only two. There’s a small general shop and a newsagent that also serves as a post office. The Church is served by a vicar who looks after four parishes and visits ours on. . and the more I pushed back on his cock ... and a little bit more slid in ... and my hands moved faster ... and a little bit ... "FUCK!! it's so TIGHT!!!!!" ... more slid in."Unnnnhhh! AAAAAHH!!UNNNNHHH!!," was all I heard come out of Fred's throat as he was suddenly completely up my ass. And I WANTED it. The 'pain' wasn't pain at all anymore. I WANTED it. I HUNGERED for that cock that was starting to pump away at my ass, while its owner was making sounds I'd never heard him make. BOTH of us. At his feet where he dropped them, were her panties. She had to realise what she had caught him doing.“Um. It’s not, I can…” John tried to answer in a way that wouldn’t further incriminate himself. He felt horrible, caught in the act of perversion by an eighteen year old girl. Would she just run away? Wake his sister? Or worse, his parents?“Oh, you found them.” Lisa came closer and knelt down right in front of him. “Thanks”John looked down at her as she took her panties and flashed him a smile. "Nicholas had been waiting just outside the door, and on hearing his name he entered the room in full regalia. Being nominally Catholic, all of the men stood up. Joe bowed at the waist and kissed the ring.Nicholas smiled and said, "Gentlemen, please be seated." They all did, except Joe, who moved away from the table."I know some of you," Nicholas began, "and you know me, from my days as a parish priest. They were fairly recent, after all." The men around the room nodded their agreement."You may.