Her steps were slow and deliberate as she walked across the wooden floor.Helen remembered the good times, the fun and laughter that they had experienc...d, right there in that room. She remembered the time when Robert took her to one side and pointed to the floor, telling her that the dance floor was her canvas, and that her legs would make the canvas come alive when she danced on it. Those words made her feel so special and she took them to heart. The dancefloor was indeed her oyster and she was. She was enjoying it. I asked her to turn around so that I can give an oil massage to her other side of the beautiful body. I put oil on both her boobs and belly and inside belly button. I started rubbing from her boobs. I gave special attention to her tits. She was embraced and she stated to cry out of pleasure. I could not wait, I laid on top of her and kissed Komal on the lips. I kept on kissing her and fondling her tits. She then started kissing me back. After a long kiss she started taking. Jackson just groaned and removed the blanketscovering his body and swung his legs across so they were dangling offthe edge of the bed. He always wore basketball shorts to bed, somethinghis parents didn't understand and just brushed it off as a teenagerthing. He grabbed a pair of jeans off his desk chair and quickly putthem on as he hopped across his bedroom to grab a clean shirt from hiscloset.His mom laughed at the sight and told him to be downstairs as soon as hewas finished, in which he just. Hesitantly he knocked at the door, and then entered in response to the call from within. Seated behind a desk was a short dark priest wearing the purple which signified that he was a Monsignor. He had a sour expression on his face as he looked Father Reilly up and down, and evidently was not much impressed by what he saw."You will be Reilly, the child molester?" he asked."Not a child, Monsignor, not a child. She was ... is eighteen," stammered Father Reilly."But you sinned with her in your.