Father Augustine's cock forced down her throat. Her pussy convulsed about his fingers. Her throat hummed around his dick. Father Augustine's hips buck...d up, thrusting his cock all the way down her throat.His balls tightened.The priest came down her throat. “Praise the Lord!”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Abigail D'Angelo dragged her husband Damien across their bedroom floor. His corpse was pale, almost all the blood drained out of him. His intoxicating, coppery blood still stained her lips and. “Who’s for coffee?” I said and both nodded so I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe, my cock was softening now and Nancy jumped into the bed next to Ryan.I looked in on Lisa who was nowhere to be seen so I guess she stayed with a friend last night and went down to check on Val and as I entered the lounge Val was fast asleep on the sofa, her dress on the back of the chair and her bra on top of it so I guessed she only had her panties on under the cover.I left her and made the coffee and took 2. He had his whole damn hand up my cunt! Clean up to the wrist and was still pushing some. Again. What the hell. I shook my head and returned my attention to the cock at hand. It didn’t take long before he started repeating “oh shit. Oh hell. Oh shit” Over and over. Here it comes. One fresh load of nut butter delivered into mama’s waiting mouth. It was the smallest load delivered so far but still wasn’t bad. When his cock stopped throbbing and spurting goo I raised up and opening my mouth wide. “I’m studying you.”“What? You didn’t tell me you were a sociologist! Wait, couldn’t you be a psychology undergrad?”“Physiology, actually.”“You don’t strike me as the med student type.”I then decided to go blunt as a hammer.“I want to fuck you.”“What? You like me?”The point was finally getting across. Maybe this would stop being romantic comedy and start being erotica now.“So… uh…. You want to go out for coffee?”I sighed, stood up, and grabbed onto his arm.“Look, if you want to come, follow.