David stared deeply into Sandra's limpid brown eyes, and felt an overwhelming urge to cradle her in his arms, sweep her off her feet, and carry her of... to his cabin. Instead, he leaned over and moved almost to her mouth. He waited for her to make the final move. Their lips met with an intensity that none of their previous goodnight kisses had.Without thinking about it, David encircled her waist with his right arm and placed his left hand between her shoulder blades. A shudder ran though. "This is Mr. Quentin, Mavis," the faraway voice sounded impersonal, slightly severe."Golly!" Mavis exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Ten-fifteen. "I can't work in the store today, I have an engagement to help Connie and Miriam teach Terry how to play bridge."There was a brief silence and Mavis squirreled her ass around, trying to get her skivvies up over the smooth loaves. "I know that; Connie told me," Willie said. "I didn't call you about working, Mavis--Mrs. Moran. I want. Her eyes widened as she saw how much of my clitoris hand been pulled upwards."Hold the tongs." She ordered her, "My poor darling has some arousal remaining. I want to make her come again."Then she lowered her voice."It IS her last one."While the nurse held the tongs, my lover paced a thumb and forefinger either side of my blood red clit. Se began to rub frantically, until her glovedhand became a blur.I came at once. "OOOhhhh....aaaaaaaah aahhh AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH MMMMMMMMM OOOOooo. "You must also keep a very close watch on yourself and young Moai. It would be death for you both if anyone else realized how you feel about each other."Obviously, then, the priest knew what was going on, probably even more than he was letting on.It would be hard, he thought, to be with her constantly without allowing his feelings to show. It would be even harder on Moai. He nodded mutely, assuring the priest that he understood what was needed. He stood, bowed and silently departed.In all.