I can see through their eyes and hear through their ears, but all I can do is watch until the next time they have sex or die. I was once trapped in a ...onk in the 17th century once, for over fifty maddening years. When the monk finally died of old age, I transferred into another monk. I expected to be trapped for a long time, but I was pleased to discover that the next monk was sneaking out to brothels at night.One of the minor annoyances about this curse is that I rarely get to finish an orgasm. “That’s it,” she told her husband. “Right there. Put your cock into my hot, freshly fucked hole, baby,” she continued. She grinned wickedly at me as her husband sank his cock into her. Then her eyes rolled upward and her whole body trembled. She reached over and took hold of my hand. “I always come when he does that,” she whispered to me. “I love you watching my face when I come.” I had the delightful experience of watching her come three more times as Dave plowed into her. Each time she. My wife looked gorgeous in her short black party dress with matching black hold ups and high heels and as I lent over to pull the cab door shut I brushed my hand across her thighs. She held it there, smiling at me, and then started to guide it between her legs. Now this was spontaneous for my wife so I went with it, quite excited by it in fact! We started to kiss, our tongues meeting and circling, while my hand travelled further and further up my wife's thigh. She opened her legs to accommodate. Thankfully he met no one he knew who might question why a vicar from another parish might be loitering so late about the street en deshabille.As he reached the coaching inn, he was fortunate enough to find a late carter, not only going back to Stratton-over-Wye but ready to depart straight away. They swiftly agreed on terms and Tobias gratefully hopped up beside him.In the gathering gloom, there was no one to notice his befuddled grin and the morose carrier, who had given nothing more than a.