The problem with priestesses is that they generally are not very forthcoming with sharing their charms with strangers and you have no desire of spendi...g time to get to know one of the faith. Well that’s not entirely correct, you have quite a desire to spend a lot of time to get to know one of the faith, just not in the way a proper folks would think.You try to force such thoughts out of your mind and concentrate on the current events . There is no point in taking unnecessary chances, you remind. She realised she hadn’t moisturized after the shower, and peeled the top off, her breasts tumbling heavily back into view, bobbing and swaying, relishing their freedom. She sat on the edge of the bed and took a long, pink plastic tube of body lotion from the nightstand. A few brisk shakes, and a tight squeeze caused a few ropes of thick, white liquid to spurt forth from the opening, up into the air, before draping haphazardly over Emma’s large breasts, which she wobbled a little to distribute. “Now what? Can I turn it on?” I wanted to see what new and strange sensations the toy would give me!“No, not yet! I want you to fuck yourself with it first, baby. Do it now hun…for me.” I could have sworn he was stroking himself, and it was turning me on.I started to fuck myself with the toy, going slow at first. I quickly started to get used to the feeling of the motions. I wanted more. I wanted to turn the toy on. I could feel my cunt getting wetter, and felt myself getting aroused. “I want. My whole being became pain. I was a soul writhing in a sea of boiling agony and I screamed like a wolf that howls in mourning. I screamed like a bird that soars across the horizon. And all eyes were on me and I was dying in the pain that engulfed me and swallowed me whole. If only I could die I would be happy. Laying eyes on my son erased the pain and closed the wounds on my face and body, it breathed new life into me and assured me that our souls are real, and that our pain however intolerable.