She raised her tweed skirt and showed me her stockings and suspenders along with the French knickers that I had sniffed and licked clean on many occas...ons before. Telling me that I was a sick dirty boy for wanting to taste and smell the slick juices of a 73 year old suppressed slut, the very thought of my nose being stuck in crusty panties made her old pussy slick with her arousal.She told me she was going to finger herself whilst crouching over my face to get it nice and coated so she could. She arched off the stool, feeling his wonderful tongue thrust into her pussy, gripping the stool tighter. “Oh, my God! Neil baby don’t stop. Please don’t stop now”. Her hips were rising higher and grinding into his wet face. He brought up his hand to slide a fingertip into her pussy, finger fucking her slowly with it. “Make me do that Rita, ask me to do it harder and I shall do it to you”. Neil knew the game, to involve her in it. Rita was already breathless but she whispered, “Finger me Neil,. And I’ve got all the time in the world for that accent. With him is an English girl I’ve yet to meet properly. I can’t help noticing her red, kissable lips and the way they contrast with her fair skin. Strawberry blonde, on just the right side of short to be cute, and with an accent far posher than mine, she must be the English Rose so many foreign men seem to crave. Harry introduces her as Jane. She shakes my hand without warmth, says ‘Oh hello, pleased to meet you,’ with a smile that’s. “A cock like this is just wasted on a priest.” Now she was stroking him with both hands, and pressing her lips to the head of his cock, and mumbling breathy obscenities. “If you could give communion with this instead of those wafers, you’d have a packed church every Sunday. The women would fill the pews. They’d drop their panties in the donation box on the way in. During your sermon, they’d kneel at the ends of the pews with their skirts up, and spread their cheeks for you, and you could walk.