Natascha die russische Puffmutter, lehnte an einer Mauer an der der Putz herunterbröckelte und inhalierte tief den Rauch ihrer Zigarette ein."Was ist...ihr geilen Böcke, hat keiner von euch bares bei sich für einen flotten Fick auf meinen prallen Saustücken?" Sie beäugte die Kerle in der dreckigen Gasse und rief, "was ist mit dir, du süßer Rammler, keine Lust auf eine sündige Nacht in der roten Laterne?"Sie schritt mit ihren üppigen Leib auf einen jungen Burschen zu, der immer noch unschlüssig. I looked into his eyes, and I felt how unfair life was. Why are the most attractive guys either priests or gay? He looked at me and smiled slightly. Oh my God, he likes me. I thought if I would stand up whole church would see my juices, running down my legs. Yes, I was that wet.“Dear brothers and sisters,” started the priest, “let’s take a minute and will thank God for everything. Especially for women because they push us to love God more.” He looked at me.~Yes, I'm a priest. Well, correction,. "You mean you're going to let them?" I croaked."Maybe," she said. "I don't know yet. But probably. All the girls I know let boys fuck them. I didn't understand it until yesterday, but thanks to your wonderful teaching I get it now." She grinned. "I mean I purely loved your tongue in my pussy, and they say that fucking feels even better."Now she was making ME responsible for turning her into a slut. "You can't do this, Jill," I moaned."Bob, I can't just stop," she said patiently. "If felt too. Second, I don't care how many guys you've slept with, fucked, given blow jobs to or whatever, since you left. Maybe that's what I deserved for the way I acted with Gloria, I don't know. What I do know is I want you to come back home. I need you to come back. The third and last thing I want to tell you is that you're wrong about us not having kids together. I love you Ellen, but you're dead wrong about that. I don't want you to say a word to me now, just get up and get back in the car and we'll.