“Like that, you mean?” He gaped, open mouthed. Even though he must have seen me naked a hundred times, it was as if he was seeing me for the first...time. I kneeled, straddled his lap, then leaned forward to kiss him again, my naked tits pressing into his chest. I whispered again.“What would you want to do to them next?”“Can I kiss them?”“No, dirtier.” He thought a moment.“I want to suck on your tits, lick them, kiss them, bite them, feel your nipples swell in my mouth until they feel like little. Then they passed back over and lingered at the two women. They were both very beautiful, the younger one a brunette, supple with hair tied back into a ponytail, the older a red head harder looking than the other, long flowing red hair careering down her back. Both were looking intently at one another, eyes seeming to bore into eyes,and though it was -3 both wore very little.I shifted my position slightly to get a view of the two, and as I did, I saw you looking the same way as I had been a few. "Give me a moment or two."His first parish was a small community, about a thousand souls all told, and he was keenly aware of his naivety in dealing with the outside world after the sanctuary of his cloistered life. He thought his parishioners made most of their confessions up to add spice into the routine mundanity of their small world - especially the minxy Miss Barton - who went into such graphic detail! Is she going to hell for succumbing to such depravity? she always asked after tormenting. It’s me asking you to see your writing, and you’re offering to write one for me. Not about me. For me. Give me a bush, if you want. Pull my hair and spank me. It’s not me anyway. It’s some fictional chick you’re creating so that I can read your stuff. And get off to it.” “You serious?” “Damn serious. You think I’m going to read some smut that you write and not take care of myself? Think again.” “I didn’t expect to hear that.” “Well, it’s not just you that has some surprises.” She was right. I.