There was a desk where he did the boring administrative work that came with his position. There was a low prayer bench where supplicant's for absoluti...n knelt when they confessed to their transgressions with a facing chair where the priest sat during that time. And, right beside the prayer bench there was a bed since, along with being an office and a confessional, the room was also Father Murphy's bedroom. The placement of the bed had been particularly advantageous on occasion but, with his. The next day was Saturday. I was at work on my thesis again. I thought a bit about Lauren and how I'd just raw-dogged a relative stranger and wondered if any of her previous guys had given it to her like that. I had left my watch at her place, which she'd already texted me about. So I was definitely going back there next weekend. But would we keep things going after that?I decided to go to a nearby bar for a drink. Just one drink, I told myself. I got there and, telling myself I had no plans to. Mera lund ek dande ki tarah didi ki choot ki pitayi kar raha tha aur didi maje se aur bhi utejit hone lagi. Uski choot apne hi ras se bheeg chuki thee aur mera haath zabardast tarike se uski gaand ki pitayi karne laga. Jaise hi maine didi ki gaand ko peetna jari rakha, mera lund aur bhi akadne laga aur mujhe chodne ki ichha yej hone lagi.Maine faisla kiya ki aaj ki suhagrat ko yadgaar banane ke liye didi ki gaand ka udghatan hi hona chahiye. Uske chuttar itne bhare huiye, gore aur naram thai ke. Maybe it was her age. She was fast approaching 40 years of age, and she had heard that women reached their sexual peak at that age. She chuckled softly to herself. If 40was the age for women, then the men of the world should run now while they could.She reached down and cranked up the stereo when 'Creed' came on singing 'What's this life for?' So many songs to remind her of her life. Was this some sort of sign? She shook her head laughing, and then noticed the red lights flashing in her rear.