Every other bite, he would offer her a morsel, placing each bite on her lips. Every scrap he offered was like manna from heaven. It fed her belly, and...fed her soul. The sounds coming from his throat with each bite only added to the fire in her core. When he finally finished, he offered his greasy fingers. Her lips parted automatically, as she licked and sucked them clean. Her cunny was so wet that she knew the lace from her stockings would be soaked with her juices. When his fingers had been. In the evening she was showing me her pictures sitting very close. I liked it but did not say or do anything. we slept on separate beds. Nothing happened. next day I inquired and was told that her internship interview would be after 3 days.She cooked some delicious food for us. night again we slept on separate beds. our heads were close by. we were chatting and slept. in night don’t know how, I tried to touch her hand, made it look accidentally. and the accident happened many times. I. She tried to look round but Greg kept her ponytail pulled tight to prevent. Angelina felt his fingers tickle over her sensitive hole again, brushing up the back of her swollen pussy lips and over, smearing a little of her dripping juices from her hot cunt onto her anus. She moaned in anticipation and pleasure, her body tensing up, her firm arse cheeks clenching shut, which in turn clenched her hole shut even further.Greg pushed his cock between her cheeks again, pressing against her arsehole. Three days later, the story goes, He came back. He came back and hung around with his earthly pals for a while, and then went right up to heaven, body and all. So was he dead or not? Just like uncle Myron. When he died in Sicily in World War 2, he was dead. We were all sad because we loved him and you know, if you're dead, it means you ain't gonna be around the table any more. You are never coming back, not ever. So I don't get the Jesus story. I wish he had decided to be a guardian angel.