" "Not to mention other things. I want to rip all their hearts out." She glanced up at him. Passion flared in his eyes. Passion and possessiveness. "T...at's the nicest thing you have said to me," she murmured. "Thank you." "I mean it Beth, I wouldn't mind a little bloodshed right now. She giggled and then leaned against his shoulder again. He pulled her closer. They touched from shoulder to thigh. Something hard pressed against her hip. She moved her body slowly back and forth, then pressed her. She’d been in here before—many times in fact—but now it felt so different. I knew everything was about to change between us and I couldn’t quite convince myself that the idea didn’t make me feel at least a little bit nervous. My heart hammered as I followed her lead and took off my own heels, nudging them under the bed with my toe. I watched as Nathan approached me, looking at me in such an intimate way it was hard to believe anyone else was in the room with us. He slipped his hand around the. "All right then, bus driver. I'm going to make you so very sorry...."***Quarter to eleven. Father McCormick knelt beside his hard wooden bed, saying his prayers before sleep. As little as three years ago, he laughed at himself for this habit, even as he continued to repeat it. Here was a sixty-year-old man of God, who guided others through the complexity of their beliefs. Here he was still doing something as simple as kneeling like a child, quoting the nursery rhyme recitation, "And now I lay. I wanted to drop to my knees and start sucking that beautiful cock right then and there. That’s when Bill surprised me by taking the upper hand. It was clear that he wasn’t concerned about having me pleasure him just yet – not until he really had me going. He started by unzipping my skirt, just a little at a time. I loved that he was in absolutely no hurry; this was a new experience for me and was so erotic. I knew the zipper that ran down the side of my skirt was about six inches long; he only.