We stayed like that for a while like two friends who had not seen each other for years.Father Petrou was about five years older than me. He was differ...nt from other priests. When you had a conversation with him about religion, he would never force you to go to church or pray, but still, you felt closer to God.On releasing him, I said. “It’s good to see you, Father Petrou. My mother told me you wanted to see me about something.”“Let us walk George.” We walked out of the church, making our way to. I flipped off the switch and lowered the wall plate. I stood up and tried to straighten my dress. As I walked out of the stall intending to rinse off the cum dribbling on my face I got another shock. Cindy was leaning against the counter. "I saw the light was on so I snuck in to see who had opened up for business," she said. "Oh, you have a little overflow. Let me help."I stood motionless as she reached out her hand and scooped up the cum off the edge of my mouth and chin. Looking at her I. ”“Thanks, I think.”“Well just think about it, when you were first married would you have done this?”“No,” I laughed, “Although I might have been tempted if you’d been around.”“Yeah, I wish I had been around,” he said with a smile, “I might have married you.”“Mm, nice thought,” and we went into the warmth of his house.We took our coats off and then turned to each other,“What were you saying about numbers?” I said and snaked my tongue between his teeth.Lifting the back of my dress, he caressed my. ”As they arrived at an old warehouse downtown Amanda could see the line of people waiting outside to get into the party all in various costumes. There were mummies, Cleopatras, slutty witches, super heroes, Romans, Spartans, Zulus, a few dead presidents, and a line of go go girls pulled out of the 50s. Sarah parked her car and they made their way to the end of the line where they waited and waited. “You sure about this?” Amanda asked after thirty minutes of not moving in the line.“This is.