“Risso! Any news?”“I’m afraid so. Do you want the bad or the good ones?”“Say the good ones first. Gotta start the day with positiveness”...��Your house is now empty. Everybody has left.”“And the bad?”“Info. Kapampelis, or in full John George Kapampelis. Born July 9th of 1969, son of Michael Kapampelis. He was raised in wealth, in the privately owned lands of the Kapampelis family. His father died in a vendetta against another great family, and so he took the responsibility to avenge his father’s. When she pulled off this time, there was a line of white that went from the tip of his cock to her upper teeth. She broke it and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.She paused. "Now that brings up the taste. Every woman is different. You'll just have to make up your own mind. She licked her lips. "He doesn't taste bad."Then she went into a lecture about how to use the tongue and teeth on the round tip, and what to do with the tip if they wanted to move their lips down the shaft. She told. Followed by the hot air, and finally, the juice. We held on to eachother for a what could have been a couple of seconds, minutes, or, even a week, and we could've still stayed in that position longer! "You know what?" she said looking into my eyes deeply. "What?" I asked raising up off of her and onto my elbows. "I want a drink, another joint, and more sex. Then, if you want, we could go to sleep and I'll kick you out around...I dunno? After the third/fifteenth fuck?" I smiled at her and. “Hmmmm...I wonder what he’s thinking,” I thought. I sighed as I listened to the new Father ramble on about chastity. Like I hadn't heard that sermon a million times already. He looked so flustered. I saw him glance down. Oh that was great! Father Mike had a hard on! I wanted to laugh so badly, but I couldn't in the middle of a sermon. I amused myself by thinking about how much fun it would be to tease a priest, especially a cute one like him. I’m sure I had very sexy smile on my face as I.