” I replied, “Well, a – they’re beautiful, and b – you have been teasing me with them all day. Sylvia put our glasses of wine down and ste...ped into me and kissed me on the lips. She pressed her body into me as she did. She felt my hard on and ground against it and moaned into my mouth. I put my hands on her fabulous breasts and felt their puffy loveliness. She put her hand on my dick and we groped and kissed there in the dining room. Tim was sipping his wine, smiling and watching us from the. Soft and healthy, I love how it falls over your brow and I sweep it to see into your eyes. I love how it feels between my fingers when my hand grasps unexpectedly at the back of your neck because I want you to kiss me harder, and I didn’t know that I wanted that. I wanted to be meek and sweet, respectful, a lady, as my parents would say. But your lips, God I love those lips. So soft and so cool and wet. Pressed against mine a knot in my throat forms and I struggle to swallow for just a half. "You don't have to feel so uncomfortable talking to me about this," Sister said attempting to be supportive. However, the Sister was also finding this a bit uncomfortable. What was making it uncomfortable was not the subject matter so much as the stirrings she was feeling inside her."I feel so badly about all of this. How can I help people and be a priest if I go around with a hard-on all the time. It is really frustrating and the damn thing will not go away until I masturbate. Just look!" With. Marcus’s monstrosity had hit my sphincter just right and I came in five big spurts on Marcus’s broad, hairless chest. “Three inches to go,” I said. Marcus took my cum from his chest and feed it too me. “Yum, yum,” I said. “I’ve got a week’s worth of cum and it’s going in your tight white hole, whenever you’re ready.” Finally, our mouths touching, tears streaming down my face, my ass feeling like it could not be stretched any further, I took Marcus’s final inch and I could feel that he was.