Meeting a Dai that served as a priest on a planet would have been unimaginable for him only a few years back.The other Dai was advanced in age and his...raised hood shaded a wrinkled face and only partially hid hair that was no longer solid black but had much grey in it as well.The other Dai greeted him with a solemn nod.”Welcome to the Wisdom Hall of the Fifth, Dai Than prince.”“It surprises me to find a Dai in the employ of a religious service, but I accept the fact. You do not wear a. "I have, I've told everyone that it's all my fault." Not good enough. You haven't told anyone what you did, not even your own parents. No one believes that saint Susan could ever do anything that would warrant Harry's behaviour. How about letting him bring up another man's children believing them to be his own? When are you going to tell them about that."Susan burst into tears but Sarah would not be deflected."Oh turn off the waterworks Susan, it may work on Harry but not on me. Poor Harry has. In a way that she hadn’t since the prom incident, when, after tearfully apologizing for her illicit acts with Rob and Jeff, she’d thrown herself at him as some sort of warped attempt to even the score and make things fair. She’d never even kissed him before that, but within minutes, she’d been straddling his lap shoving her tongue down his throat as he’d timidly ran his hands over the alluring curves of her body that he’d never dared to touch before. It hadn’t taken long for her to feel him. I have a good “hand” rhythm developed, wiggling my ass to increase my sensations, my pleasures. The more excited I make myself, the wetter I get. The wetter I get, the more “sloshing” sounds can be heard, as I stick my fingers in and out of my pussy. . .here a sorta-kinda idea of the rhythm I am forcing you to witness. I use my right hand to hold my pussy wide open, forcing my clit to stick out. . .I can then run my finger over the tip of my clit (whoa– extra sensitive here) then stick my.