She put her ear to the door and her hand over her mouth to smother an outcry of astonishment as she realised these were no sounds of pain, but of plea...ure.'Whatever is Father Mcnamara doing in there - and with whom?' she wondered, her mind boggling at the thought of a priest, their priest, doing such a thing. 'And in a House of God too!'Unaware of anything outside the inner sanctum of his private pleasure; Father Mcnamara indulged himself in the lewd fantasy. His trousers lay in a crumpled. It was 12 and she had not turned up yet. I decided to stroll outside and leave by 3-4 if she doesn’t come back. I took a bath and left to roam around the city. However, at 1.15 I received her call and she enquired me where I was.I gave her a location and she reached there in 15 minutes. I was very happy when I saw her back and we hugged and decided to have lunch. She said she left her kid at her cousin’s place and she can stay with me till tom noon without tension. This brought a smile on my. “Where were you?” Sheila whispered to me.“Talking to Mac.” She said nothing but her expression said volumes. Ikissed her. “I gave my blessings to him fucking you.” She shivered and her legs got weak. I think she orgasmedjust from thinking about it. The next hour or so, we visited, just like any otherparty. The crowd were key people from the company Iworked for, important clients, key personnel from theranch or one of Mac’s other companies and just. Usually there are drops of pee at the front, the first course, the appetiser, and I pull this to my nose inhaling deeply. Sometimes there are skid-marks, and I must confess that these I ignore, as they do nothing for me, but heaven knows I'm not one to criticise; whatever floats your boat, and maybe one day I'll progress to an appreciation of the brown arts. The goldmine however, is the little strip between the two. Pale coloured panties are the best in my opinion, because you can gaze at.