"Spread your legs." he said. She didn't comprehend his order when he said it at first. She simply sobbed over his lap. He smacked her hard on her uppe... thigh to get her attention, "I said, spread your legs!" "Yes sir!" she thrust her legs apart. His hands reached between her thighs and found her sopping wet pussy. She continued to cry, but as he probed inside her puffy lips, her cries were joined by moans of pleasure. He released her right hand and his left hand reached under her and wrapped. "I know you put out his fire.I know I'll be able to resist Sister Capello." No, my child.you may think so but.it will happen again.I have to.I must.do something more." Father Murphy released her legs and they flopped out weakly, cradling his hips. Drained though he was, the sight of his luscious conquest lying spread-eagled beneath him was bringing on a resurgence of his lust even as his emptied organ deflated within her."What, Father? What must you do?" There's only one way, Sister Susan. I. Oh, the dirty, dirty songs they played around that beach fire!I cruised down the coast until I hit Galveston where I decided to drop anchor for a while. That bayou serenade had put a bug in my ear. I looked through the music shops until I found a place that I felt comfortable with. I bought a nylon-stringed guitar and took a couple of lessons to get started. I learned to finger-pick a few songs and learned what fake-books were all about. I bought a couple of instruction books to teach me bar. I woke once in the night with the pressure in my bladder. Whatever they'd given me in the hospital had worn off and I'd turned my nose up at the suggestion of Paracetamol, so when I moved there was a sort of pull in my insides that made me gasp. Grace was awake instantly ... well almost ... and supported me as I sat up. We made our way through the cockpit; I was focussed on reaching the head ... toilet ... but Grace gasped next to me."Oh, wow ... Ted, look..." She physically turned my head to.
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