I wanted to go further, too. I hadn't felt Mom's breasts and wondered how firm they'd be. Would I fit one completely in my hand? What were her nipples...like? I hadn't actually seen any of Mom's body. The most I had seen was the curve of her hip and the gentle roundness of part of one buttock. Man, there were so many things I now wanted to do, all of which had never entered my mind before.However, regardless of what I hoped, Sunday was spent alone. Monday rolled around and life went back to. She had even legally changed her last name so that the two sons and a daughter she bore the bishop would carry their father’s name. Thomas was 73 years old and had retired a year before his cancer was discovered; Maryanne was only just fifty. As a mere girl of nineteen, she had fallen under the spell of the worldly priest.As was the custom in North America, she carried the title of housekeeper. Thomas was a bishop under the Diocesan Cardinal. Thomas, a man of considerable wealth, maintained a. "Just relax." Turning the speed down, she again slid it onto my clit as my legs loosened up and I leaned back against the wall. "See how good that feels."All I could manage to get out was, "mmmm yea."Holding the purple toy to my mound, she used her other hand to break my position and pull my leg out and spread me open. The shock of what was happening never went through me as I was enjoying the pure thrill this purple toy was doing to me. She held it there and rubbed it back and forth and up and. As she rocked onto the glasses, her nipples grazed the edge of the seat. The shivers that ran through her body caused her to sink the glasses in deeper. Her narrow back began to arch and curve as she pumped her hips. Slurp! Slurp! The wet sound filling her ears as she felt the lens rub against her clit just right. She jolted and heaved loudly. Her hips wantonly undulated against the chair as her cunt swallowed His glasses. “No pet. You will not cum until I have returned from my trip.” .