But I'm I not going to be violent towards them. Idid surprise him, I should have not done that!'Then one of the armored guards walks up to me, with on... of the 'sticks'in his hands. He aims the light beam from it at me and says something? Idon't understand a word he is saying? I know the implication means"Don't move!" any warrior knows that look! I lay there for second...waiting. They are looking each other very confused.I don't know what to make of them? The weapons and the armor on them issemi. Her blouse came off, the sight of her large breast rolling up out of her bra, soft mounds of warm flesh pushed together, deep cleavage tempting me. I lowered my head and took in the scent of her heaving chest. Somehow the bra disappeared and I was fondling those heavy orbs of flesh. My tongue traced the outer edge of her aureole, slowly working around in smaller circles until her ridged nipple was between my lips. She moaned softly as my left hand caressed the tit I wasn't licking.Her hands. But Ive had 3 kids delivered naturally and one of them was 9 pounds and 3 ounces&hellip, so if that can come out of there and Ive had no complaints about having a sloppy pussy, surely a fist can go in and it not stays stretched out. Well let me tell you the feeling of having all the inside my pussy was amazing. So I said to him, are you serious, you really have your whole hand inside me. I figured ok, whole hand, he probably has 4 fingers and the tip of his thumb up there. Because surly I would. Her entire aureola protruded slightly and her firm little nipple stood erect. He moved his fingers across it and Angela moaned. No, moan wasn't really the right word. Angela melted into a sigh of bliss. “Hi Padre!” Angela called. Father Paul was snapped back to the present and knew he would have to face her. Already his hands were sweating and his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. He didn't want to turn and face her. He didn't want to see her beautiful face. He didn't want to lose.