I pulled myself almost all the way out until I could feel, the now cool in comparison, summer air on my purple helmet. Then, with another slow push, I...forced it all the way back up her. Her head rose from Claire’s shoulder again but this time she moaned loudly. I pulled back again, this time only just a little, before I forced myself into her again. She liked it deep. I pushed as far as I could before I felt that firmness on the tip of me that signified her limit. Then I pushed a bit more. Her. She shut the door behind me. "I need for you to stay here tonight and hold me. I'm scared, lonely, and don't want to be alone tonight." Uh, okay." I noticed that she was wearing only a tee shirt and panties as she pulled me by my arm to her bed. It, fortunately, was a double in size. She scrunched over and pulled me in beside her. I lay down on top of the sheets and she snuggled in under my arm tightly. She put her arm over my chest and began to cry very softly. I just held her gently."What. I always sat in the same spot on the love seat to watch tv and she always chose to sit on the couch across from me with her legs spread where if i looked her way i would see up her skirt. One night i walked through the living room to get to the kitchen and she was passed out on the couch watching tv. Her leg was hanging off of the couch and the other one was hiked up against the backrest . Her legs were about as spread apart as they could be, i pulled my phone out and took a few pictures. ‘You have filled the instrument with the essence of the Holy Spirit. It is time to allow it to penetrate your secret.’ And once again, Mary leaned over the rail, her buttocks thrust out proudly, eager to accept the visit of the Holy Spirit. She gasped with joy as she felt it reach into her, searching for the key. Father James was delighted with his new convert, fucking her greedily with long, slow strokes until the urges of the flesh forced him to gather pace, propelling him to the final.