I slid my hand down the back of her pants and fondled her butt as we danced, dreamily aware that I was in public with my lover. As we danced, I worked...my hand around to the front and caressed her clit, getting my finger wet in the process. I licked my finger and did it again. Her hips moved closer and I couldn't move my hand very much.I tried to push her back a little and she whispered, "Later!" in my ear.I resumed playing with her tight butt, feeling the muscles flex as she moved. Too soon,. What was the priest going to tell him, his love was misplaced and she didn’t deserve it? Even if he was right it was up to him to deal with it, if he could. ‘Okay father, thank you,’ he said standing to leave. ‘Do these things in remembrance of me…’ He sat in one of the pews for a long time nervously fidgeting with his sunglasses, wondering what to do. An early mass began. He watched the ritual of communion being carried out, concerned they turned wine into blood and the Eucharist was. Managing to look up, Kris started to see that this woman was wearing what looked like the largest male t shirt she could find, and even then she had struggled into it, and it only just fit. It was managing to just cover the top of the womans leggings, and it was plain to see where her fat was bulging around her bra. It looked like she had to cut the arms to get it on too. Her biceps looked like they were the size of thighs. They bulged and there was a massive difference where her elbow would. I went back over and we went back to talking about her new diet she was on. The k**s came back in the room but I couldn’t help but notice how she was looking at me when I was and when I wasn’t looking at her. We sat with the k**s and had dinner, afterwards I read the k**s a book while she cleaned up. For a while I actually felt like I was legitimately helping. But I kept noticing the way she would look at me. As the night went on she kept handing me beers and I noticed she was drinking which.