I opened a few drawers before I found what I had come for .. Paula had a separate drawer for panties , one for her bras and another one for hosiery. I...sniffed the piles of underwear to get a scent of Paula and a fresh and fragrant aroma assaulted my senses. I ran my hands through the first drawer and thrilled as my fingers encountered panties and thongs in cotton and satin, beautiful french knickers in silk, and some really delicate panties with ribbons and bows. The colours and textures were. We got on the bed kissing, I put my hand down touching his cock & balls, he did the same to me, we rolled about the bed I put my hand between his ass cheeks, I told him I knew nothing of gay sex, he told me not to worry, he was a bottom which meant he was in so many words, the woman. I wanted to suck his cock, I did, it was different & seemed to get me more turned on, we ended up in the 69 position sucking each other, he got me to kneel on the bed so he could rim my ass, it was great, I was now. But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense concentration would speed the delivery of God from his words into her soul. He preached to her, in English and the heady tones of Latin, pouring the word of God over her like warm, thick oil.She knelt in prayer, and among the bent heads and closed eyes she watched. She saw the patrol car pull out, blue lights flashing. She pulled over. Her heart was pounding. Men with badges…all that deadly hardware around their waist, frightened her. You’ve done nothing wrong, she told herself. Calm down. It’s some kind of mistake. Maybe something wrong with the car. What? In the mirror, she watched him get out from the patrol car. He was big with a pot belly. He swaggered toward her, his hand resting on the butt of his pistol. She scrolled down her window feeling the.