We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the back of my neck. I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossibl... not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life had been normal - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their early thirties. But now? We had blown off all of our friends off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn’t feeling well or that we had plans already.. Her wetness found his towering cock and welcomed it to the great new world of sexuality by kissing its tip with her flaps.Very naturally, he reached to hold her and instinctively his Godly hand slid down her butts. Amy sighed. Her nipples suddenly grew hard. She was going to have sex with the marvelously christened man of God, who she respected very dearly. Amy’s doubts about the celibacy within the realm of priesthood were fighting desperately with her fundamental belief in Father Laski as a. On top of his head is deep, first red hair that has a single multi-colored feather lodged in it. Quite a stark contrast to the pale winterish white that colors the skin of his face. His eyes, a piercing, ice cold blue complete a stern look. Around his neck is a black leather choker, secured tightly with a padlock that has no visible unlocking mechanism.He wears a black leather trenchcoat that conseals most of his body, and a pair of uncomfortable-looking tarnished silver greaves upon his legs.. Her knees went weak and she knew she was going to fall, but she had to have it for a few more seconds, just a few more seconds, and held tight to his head. Her orgasm rose and fell like a tidal wave, then rose again, harder and harder. She finally felt weak all over and fell backwards to the floor.She lay on her back panting, her legs flopped wide apart. Andy looked at the pink folds of her cunt lips laying open and waiting. The hair was wet and glistening, matted back against her thighs. He.