"Damnit,Girl! If I wasn't Yer Da! Ye Know I'd be face down twixt Yer legs and scarfing that pie till I hit the pan!" I panted."That's what I thought!"...she giggled. "Did You think I didn't notice how much attention You pay to Me Cunny when You give me a bath? That,and how You always lick Your finger afterwords?Oh,and don't think I haven't watched You when You sniff Me Dainties and then use them to wank Your Johnny T before doing the laundry!" "Ya Sneakin' Little Harlot! What makes Ya t'ink Ya. ‘Please?’ she begged. He was already moving, aligning himself up with her pouting labia. The breath rushed from her lungs as he entered her, as he filled her. Amy moaned delightedly at the feel of his thickness within once more. ‘Was there any greater feeling in the world?’ she wondered wickedly, and then laughed raucously, for she knew there was, she had just experienced it. Amy began to rotate her hips, fucking sensually, trying to draw his seed into her deepest parts. ‘Slow, darling,’ John. .where could the good Father be? Noticing the side door was ajar hestepped slowly into the sunshine, his feet crunching on the gravel paththat wound slowly through the grassy graveyard. Tall oak trees swayedgently in the breeze sending dappled shadows across the graves of thoselong dead. The graveyard was secluded and private, visible only fromthe back of the church and Malcolm wondered if the Father had gone for abrief walk to stretch his legs?He began to follow the path, his feet almost. I’m not so sure about that. From what they told me, his EEG shows cerebral activity, so let’s keep a good eye on him. He may just come out of it one of these days.“That would be a change,” Anne smiled. “Maybe I can move Mr. Willis to Mr. Gondorf’s spot and put this Mr. Morgan right next to the duty room, in Room 2?”“Sounds like a plan, Anne. You be extra nice to him; he might just hear you,” he smiled, knowing of Anne’s way to deal with their patients. She blushed a little.“You know I’m always.