I’m afraid I made rather a mess of my life for a number of years after that, until about a year or so ago when I got myself straightened out and bac... on track. But there’s a Sarah Jane shaped hole in my soul that I just can’t fill with anything else.”The Colonel picked up a pipe and carefully loaded it from a brown leather tobacco pouch. He took his time building the dottle and getting the tobacco tamped down just right before striking a kitchen match on his twill slacks and lighting it. He. Rather than answer me, she stepped closer, pressing her silver dollar sized areola to my parted lips. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't resist. I took it in, tasting the sweetness of her milk. I suckled, pulling more into my mouth and letting it wash over my tongue. Sucking harder, I felt her nipple disgorging more and more of the sweet nectar of her breasts.It was intoxicating. Never before, in my twenty years of priesthood had I ever lost control like this. Ravenously feeding on. That goes for all the X's too. I don't know how any of you can put up with me fooling around with other girls." Joyce just looked up at me, standing on her tip toes, kissing both my nipples, and hugging me closer to her. It wasn't really an answer, not with words, but I think she meant it was because she loved me.As the group progressed, I felt us all coming closer together. I don't mean there wasn't still friction, but, underneath all that, there was a solid feeling of being connected. I. As long as they were with us, Mom and Dad thought it smart, their single children sharing the rent in the Big City. When we’d visit home, we’d revert to our childhood rooms and sneak conjugal moments when the opportunity presented itself.Once Mom came upstairs when we were in the shower and I had to say through the door that Samuel was behind the curtain and I’d come because I had to pee. Everybody has some story about almost getting caught. My friend Stacy almost lost her black plastic sheet.