Perhaps they are right and we should be allowed to marry? At least, some of us?"The prurient priest placed his hand on her knee as he replied, "Have y...u been with another of God's men, then, Ursula? Or was it with a layman?" and he smiled inwardly at the unintentional pun."Oh no, Joe. I didn't mean that. It's just that I ... like? I have sinful thoughts and ... and? Like? I do things to myself?"The priest felt his organ swelling as he visualized the slender blonde masturbating. "Well, Ursula?. Her chest was working hard with every breath. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and thanked me for the best orgasm she ever had. She said she was totally spent now. She tried to roll off me, but my cock was still fully inserted in her pussy. As she turned over on her back I rolled with her and ended up laying in missionary style between her thick thighs with my cock still hard inside of her pussy. This time it was my turn to move, so I started to fuck her slowly. She responded with. All of sudden, just like something explodes inside her, the huge orgasm she craved so much hits her like a thunder, overwhelms her and sends her body shivering and arching. She intends to scream but only manages to break out a short weak crying sound like a wheeze. She feels like her body is blew up into small pieces, but her mind is floating high, so high that she does not know how to think anymore. But it does not stop there. Her master’s fingers are inside her body, thrusting and twisting,. And all of them where very good at what they did. Then again, this where the Olympic Games after all, so she would have to take them all serious…Even more fascinating where the athletes she met in the Olympic Village. This morning she had met Paula Radcliffe from Britain, one of the favorites for the women’s marathon. She had been quite nice and after a short chat about their sports, she had wished Shawn good luck. In those last few days she had met rowers and swimmers, arches and judoka and.