She didn’t know what time it was, but supposed by the time she got to her grandparent’s house the party might be over. If not, the white-haired te...n could sneak in the front door and up to the room she slept in.She could use a nap after her day.The wind ruffled her skirt again. She decided that after one more good blow to flash one more good show she would leave. She allowed herself to sink into a semi dream state as she waited, and was shockingly surprised to feel a cold, wet nudge at the. Everyone left about an hour later + my wife went straight to bed as she said she was really sleepy .i waited about 15 minutes ,my heart was pounding in my ears ,i had never had thoughts like this in my life but couldnt stop imagining if davie had actually went for a look ,i went upstairs to our bedroom + my wife was out cold i then went into the bathroom + had a look through the laundry basketwhen i picked up her panties i knew straight away that davie had had her messy gussett over his cock. Now she stood before him in all her glory, glowing bright red from her sunburn. The white areas over her boobs and pussy mount stood out in stark contrast from the surrounding areas."Holy shit, Silvie, you did get blistered," he said. "What in the hell were you wearing? Your panties and bra cover more area than whatever you had on." Damn it, Will," she answered. Realizing he was staring at her, she tried to cover herself with an arm over her breast and a hand over her pussy. "You could at least. She sank onto the edge of a wooden pew in the back row. She was tired, she was cold, she was wet. Could this day get any worse?"Seeking sanctuary from the storm?"She jumped and whirled around to face the voice. Son-of-a-bitch! She'd nearly screamed. Thank goodness she hadn't blurted out her first thought! Standing before her was a tall priest. At least she assumed he was a tall priest — he had the dog collar, the black shirt and trousers ... but the shirt was lacking sleeves, showing off a well.