Seeing he still was she thought, ‘my God. What am I doing? Do I stop here or do I go all the way?’ As she reached across her body to straighten a ...icture that was stuck in the side of the mirror her forearm brushed her nipple and a shot of electricity flowed to the core of her being. ‘There’s my answer,’ she though as she turned back to face the window feeling slightly faint from the heat in her loins, the swelling of her breasts, and the hardness of her erect nipples. She ran her hands over. .. what’s new?” I inquired.“Well, more information has clarified the situation about the Papacy. It seems that the local Italian prelates pushed for that Pope, the Irish one, the one that they call Pope Patrick I. Yes, that’s his pontifical name. First Francis, and now Patrick ... the move away from Latin names is most pronounced of late. Anyway, that decision wasn’t approved by some other Catholics and was only authorized by a rump College of Cardinals consisting of Italian cardinals who. 'But it isn't that big.'I giggled, I couldn't help it. Perhaps it was nerves. 'It isn't that small either.''Now, can you get on all fours?' He was ready even if I wasn't.I hesitated, but then I complied. I knew I would, it was just a question of raising the courage. 'Promise you'll stop if I say?''Promise.' He went around the bed and I felt it sway as he knelt behind me. I couldn't help but tense up a bit, especially when I felt the oily tip of his cock against my behind. This, I told myself,. Every day I grow more and more in love with you." I sat up in the bed and he hugged me and looked into my eyes. "We're going to give this child of ours a great home."I sat there and suddenly my mind was filled with memories that I never knew existed, of meeting Rob, dating, marriage, love. I swung my legs out over the edge of the bed and marveled at the beauty of them. They were well toned and soft, long and silky feeling. Rob ran his hand from my knee to the thigh and I felt a shudder... not.