She sighed deeply and relaxed, spreading her thighs open and drawing her knees up slightly. She folded her arms beneath her head, breathing deeply, rh...thmically, her chest rising and falling slowly. From this angle I could see quite clearly between Kristys shapely thighs, and my breath caught as I saw how swollen her lips were. A light glaze of her juices coated her lips, slowly dribbling down to her clit. She began to grind her hips downward, into the mattress, letting out a low moan of. “See me do what?”“I don’t know. Dance?”I laughed again. But I was also flattered. “Me? Up on stage? I don’t think so. Besides, it’s a long drive.”“So? I’d come. You give me a lapdance?”I was tittering now. It all seemed so absurd, at this fragile moment. Frank, obviously, had been to more than a few gay bars.“Honey,” I said—dared, “I’d rather you fuck me.”“We can do that too,” he smiled. In fact, we just had. Frank let the “honey” remark pass. He seemed—for that brief illusory moment—to be. I know what you are doing so I stop and let you take your fill. Once you are sure that I am ok you bring your hands up to my tits and slap them both. Your hand holds my shoulder down and you lean in and trace my nipples with your tongue. Your free hand goes down to my cunt and you slap it.I moan. I can’t help it. It feels so good. You stop and look at me. “Want to cum slut?”“Yes! Please!” I moan.“Well then, who do you belong to?” you say.“Me” I moan as I feel your fingers open my cunt.You stop. He looked very tired and weak, and I wondered if he’d even be able to return to church in six months, let alone ever resume his duties. Father Nicholas anointed him, served him reserved Eucharist, and after a brief conversation, we left so Deacon Grigory could get some rest.“He doesn’t look good at all,” I said, after we left the house.“No, he doesn’t. He can’t do much in the way of rehab until his chest heals, and it’s healing slower than they had hoped.”“What are the doctors saying?” I.