She was my gift, he muttered. Mrs. Cooper was a holy gift After what seemed like hours, Father Timothy raised his head and gazed again at Helga sittin... in the office chair. Still unconscious, she was sitting back in the chair with her legs together and turned slightly sideways with the hem of her skirt down at a respectable position on her knees. Father Timothys brain was overloaded by her presence. Her femininity filled the room and the warm musky aroma of her sex intoxicated his senses. The. I moaned. "Oh, God! You're going to split mewide open!"He stroked my thighs. "Reach back, Jen, and spread yourself."I reached back and spread my buttocks. I whimpered as I felt the head ofhis cock pressing against my anus. He eased himself into me slowly andcarefully. It felt as if I was being split in half by a big soft wedge. I took adeep breath and held it until I felt his balls bounce against my pubes. Iclosed my eyes and sighed as he began to fuck my ass with long smoothstrokes. His. He was trying to catalogue how he felt and had his eyes closed,concentrating on feeling his body. He had noticed that his hair seemedhealthier this morning, a bit fuller and lighter in color. He hopedthat was simply the vitality the goop had created and not what healready suspected might be a side effect of the fish compound. Henoticed that the breeze felt fresh and delicate on his face, and thewarmth of the sun seemed more present on his skin. Everything seemedmore colorful, alive; it was. She was staying “ more. More… more…”I started making a circle of her and in between biting her nipple. Girls like this very much. She was pressing my head in her boobs and pulling my hair. I know now she is mine completely and I can do anything. Slowly I was going down but I kept pressing her boobs. I was kissing her navel, circling inside her navel with my tongue. Then I went little more down and started kissing and biting her belly button. She holds my head looked into my eyes. She was full.