” “Really? He’s mean? I always thought he was nice. He seems like a nice guy.” I took a sip of my Cosmopolitan and said, “That’s because y...u don’t work for him.” “That’s true. But he seems really nice. I’ve talked to him a few times and he always seemed quite friendly.” “Maybe it’s me then. Maybe he doesn’t like me.” “What makes you think that? “I don’t know. He’s just so…I don’t know.” “Don’t you think you’re being a little sensitive?” I didn’t answer. “Relax, Karla. He’s probably having a bad. He kissed her soft pussy lips before he used his tongue to caress her slit. It took me sixty years but I am eating my first pussy.Jill never expected that from the old priest. She could only moan to him. "Yes, Father. Lick my pussy. Make me cum. Please Father make me cum." And he did.Jill bucked in his lap with her orgasm and would have fallen to the floor if it wasn't for Father Leary's still strong hands holding her in place. When Jill finally calmed down, still laying on her back on the. Compared to being a civilian RN, this was something quite different. I was busy, which I really liked, but I didn't have time for any kind of personal life.Nor did the reality of the battlefield change this for me. I was harried, hustling from one wounded soldier to another. The number of combatants greatly outweighed the noncombatant personnel, which was not surprising. This was a civil war, after all. The furious and desperate zeal of the Robertsonites made it far worse than it might have. .Oh, lad, where the fuck are you? Why can't you be there? My hand is all wet and sticky, and I'm smearing my juice on my fingers, and rubbing my clit. Oh yeah...Sliding, feeling my hard nub... Circling with my fingertip like you circle with your tongue. I want your face between my legs right now, and I'm all open wide for you, and you aren't fucking there, you useless wanker. Oh, lad, I need your tongue flicking over me, licking up my lips and lapping up my wetness. My knickers have been wet.