She needed to think. "How could this happen?" Her hands were shaking as she poured herself another shot of bourbon and tried to get a grip on things. ...o one else had access to her computer; no one except Mike that is. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Mike wouldn't do such a thing. Would he?"By the time Mike got home from night class she was a nervous wreck. She had spent the whole evening drinking and worrying about who the stranger was that had treated her like such a slut. By the time she. When Father Xavier picked up his bag and walked towards the front door he passed Sister Mary. "What's wrong?" He asked seeing a grimacing look on her face. She couldn't tell him the truth, that she was listening to him talk about Johnathan, and how he banged some lucky girl just the other night. She couldn't tell him that he was imagining herself as that girl, so she lied and said, "I don't think I feel so well." Father Xavier told her that she should stay in her room and get some rest. In the middle of the legs. Where the union of legs is there. At her pussy. Yes she was mine. My hands pressing her boobs, my hand rubbing her pussy all in clothes. Sorry in silk. I wanted her now. I was dying for it . I asked her in my eyes, and she too invited me in her eyes. My hand removed the saree from her breasts. And two aroused fruits were standing in that tight silk blouse. She hide her face in my chest. But that denied me the view of that lovely body. I held her by the shoulders,. His breathing was heavy now and was playing with his nipples, and spreading his legs in order to feel slutty. Something about her was manipulating his through his computer screen. Is your pussy experienced, she asked. No, Ive never had anything back there before but I think about it a lot, he lied. He could feel his ass lips gripping that butt plug as she was staring at the screen, waiting for a response. He grabbed the base of it and was fucking himself, feeling that surge of pleasure every.