I could tell her was loving it. I brought my right hand up, and back down to slap her ass, as hard as I could. She replied with a scream, and the moan... of “harder.. Harder damnit.. Fuck that fucking pussy”. I did as she demanded. I’m not sure why, but a woman demanding me to do something, is a turn on for me. I started to thrust into her deeper, and harder.Her hands moved back, and she held my thighs as I continued to slam into her cunt. Faster, and harder I thrusted into her. Her moans grew. I'd gotten up to the good part — the monastery — when we all three looked up at the sound of tires squealing up Bob's driveway."You know," Bob said, "it's getting just a little too crowded here. I'm going to take his Holiness down to the den. Can you see if you can get rid of whoever that is, and meet me down there?" I'll try," I said. "But if it's those frickin' Jehovah's Witnesses, I could be here a while. Karen — my wife — is the only one I know who can get rid of them."Both he and the Pope. Her smile was radiant and gentle. She stared calmly down at her seventeen year old boyfriend. He was tall and thin. He was well muscled, but thin nonetheless. He had scars here and there on his body that he had no idea where they had come from. The fact that he remembered nothing before two years ago probably went along with the scars. The boy and the girl were both dressed in their underwear and had been sleeping in the girl’s bed. Her parents were gone, as usual, on a business trip. The boy,. "You're a woman." I so glad you finally noticed." I doubted he noticed the sarcasm.Turning to Jack, I added, "Would you mind pouring our guest anotherround from the special blend." On the house, of course," the man added quickly."Of course," I readily agreed. Once Jack set the glass down I added,"What's the matter with women? Don't you like women?" I like women just fine, you uppity bitch," he snarled. With a deftease I would have considered him incapable of, he swallowed every lastdrop of his.