", but I was interrupted as Shayla suddenly forced her lips upon mine. We held this kiss for what seemed like a year. Slowly Shayla’s lips parted an... her tongue ran lightly along my lips. I opened my mouth in response and my tongue entered her warm welcoming mouth. It was an amazing feeling. My cock was incredibly close to her sweet snatch, separated by the thin material of our swimsuits, and now it was at full attention, rubbing against her. Shayla sucked on my tongue, letting out a soft moan. I can’t wait anymore. I want your dick.Me- you want to suck it. You can do it here, there’s no problem.Sarala- no, I want to fuck it. I want to fuck you.Hearing this I got more excited so we got into a cab and went to her place. It was in Marathalli and her flat is in 15th floor so you can imagine the silent and beautiful view you get at that height. As soon as we got inside her apartment I hugged her from behind and squeezed her boobs. She pushed her ass into my already hard dick. I touched. On the other side of that, nobody – nobody on the Union-Republican side – is going to go on record as opposing the ‘Hero of Andersonville.’ The way you get political power is that you use your political power mostly on issues where you are on the obviously winning side.”“You’re the Goddam governor.”“So I am, and if I’d gone for a Butler Station, there’d be northern papers calling me a dictator.”Butler was beginning to think that the summers weren’t the only reason for preferring a political. “Father Jim! Father Jim! Oh, I’m so glad I caught you. Please would you hear my confession?” Behind the urgency of her request Jim descried a pleasingly upper middle-class voice (“so” came out a bit like “say”) – but ever so slightly Estuary (“t” in “caught” barely noticeable), as was common with the younger generation.Father Jim thought, but did not say, “Oh fuck.” He tried not to think swear words between Saturday morning confession and the end of mass on Sunday evening. But he had not been.