“Absolutely.” “I love being with you too.” “Not quite the same thing.” I replied, a little deflated. “I just want to be careful not to g...t too carried away,” she said, gently stroking my hair. “I really enjoy what we have found together, but I think we both want to keep intact the marriages we have as well. Don’t you agree?” “Yes.” I said, knowing full well she was right. “But that does not mean I retract what I said despite your mouth devouring me the way it was.” “I could use a cup of. ‘Thank you.’ Father Williams quickly slipped out the back way and flew down the stairs, heading south down 5th Avenue—the direction of the cameras angled for the parade. He scanned the surrounding areas as he scurried down the stone steps. A priest in a rush out of the Cathedral wasn’t that big a deal, and black on black was almost never noticed, since black jackets and pants made up the majority of colors half the year anyway. Frank hit the sidewalk at a fast stride. He didn’t have to worry. Anyway we used to stand with a group off boys round the back of the college and smoke a little weed until we were all pretty stoned . On occasions me and jen would get a bit of weed and take it back to her place to get high.So on one occasion we went back to hers she had asked me the day before if i wanted to stay at hers and just go to collage from there in the morning so i took my jammies and a change of clothes. That night we sat for hors smoking weed and talking bullshit anyway we got round. Removing my blouse and my plaid skirt. I eagerly unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. I slide off my lacy pink panties and let them join the pile of fabric around my feet. Now fully exposed, I prance to your bedroom and sit softly on the edge of your bed. You follow.You walk to the tall wardrobe in the corner. The wardrobe contains all of the items we would ever need to fulfill your deepest and darkest fantasies. Luckily for me, we don't need any of the stranger items in the wardrobe..