The last entries described what had happened earlier that morning. She read back, discovering snippets of more documented information and she began to...realise things she never knew before. Helen sat in the armchair with a glass of mulled wine whilst David continued to prepare their Christmas dinner of turkey and everything that went with it. The manor was warm enough for her to sit in panties and an open white lace shirt. Cosy. She felt at total ease with what she had experienced. She even. Eventually she grabbed onto my dick and pulled me closer to her, my arms coming to her hips as I pushed her against the wall. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her legs, spreading them apart. Taking my cock in my hand I positioned the tip at her soaking wet pussy, gently teasing the opening with the head as I slid it across her lips. Then with one quick thrust I pushed into her, sliding the length of my shaft deep inside. I grabbed her ass tight with both hands as she wrapped her arms. As she entered she saw the black priest lying on the bed shirtless and in his boxers, opening his meaty thighs wide.“Come my dear and help me fend off the evil spirits. Don’t you want me to be able to serve your town? How can I do it if these evil spirits are in my body?” asked the sneaky priest as he flexed his big steel-hard biceps.Mom felt her face redden as she nodded and took the oil bottle.“What do you want me to do, reverend?”“As a first step this holy oil needs to be rubbed on my whole. I promised." I have a lot to thank her for. If you can find some way to thank her for me, please do. But how did you go about asking?" Well, a couple of weeks ago, we were talking, and I said that I'd found a wonderful guy. I said that I didn't know if he'd ever be interested in me, but, if he ever was, I wanted to know what to do. She told me." In detail, obviously." Well, I asked a lot of questions."I hugged her. "Are you feeling sore today? Down there, I mean."She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah. A.