I clambered in between her legs, on my knees, and inserted my cock back in-between her slick pussy lips. She groaned in pleasure as I once again penet...ated her, my cock slipping easily into her. I started pounding my cock deep into her pussy, watching her breasts wobble around on her chest, getting even more turned on knowing I'd be covering them in my cum soon."Don't forget to pull out before you cum." My fiancée reminded me. "I'm sure she's had more than enough cum shot into her pussy for one. She, I'm pretty sure it was she, meaning another person, well technically the same but-" Cut the evasive crap. Are you sorry?"I paused for just one moment and said just what really came to mind:"Yeah. I am. She wasn't that bad. Or that crazy. Maybe she was that crazy, but I shouldn't have taken advantage of her like that. That's just like stealing candy from a baby, and believe me, I've been there, I've done that, and it's not all it's cracked up to be." I'll take that as a yes. You can call me. ” She looked me in the eyes. “But I mean would sitting by the pool make you happy?”“Sure. Nothing wrong with having a beer and enjoying the water and sun.”“Well lets do that. I can just lay by the pool. Can I wear one of Tracy’s suites?”“Not sure it will fit,” Ok so the devil was coming back to me, “but yeah that would be fine.” I suddenly wondered if I needed to offer sun screen to her. Strange I know, but thoughts of being racist came over me. I figured I would just have it there and see what. Father Bernard, the perpetrator, seemed untouchable, invincible. He was protected by law and church alike. She regarded his death as a gift from God, a gift that spared her from having to hunt him down and kill him herself. She understood her husband's immobility, but she did not share it. Given time, she would have stalked the priest and killed him. God spared her the effort; she was spared certain doom to self and family.The news stories contained detailed accounts of Father Bernard's service.