.......he knows what to expect. I drop to my knees and let my slick tongue bathe the hot weltsthat crisscross Fr. Joe's well-punished ass. T...en I pull his tender, smallgobes apart and my hot tongue slithers through the black hair, searching outhis clean-tasting pucker. Fr. Joe grinds his little ass into my face as I rimhim good, and when I get the bespectecled little priest's butthole good andslick, I stand up, and start to ease my aching nine-inch member into histight, slick hole. . You saw me, you knew what you were doing then.” She gave me a wry smirk with that, but I couldn’t respond. I was frozen there hearing that all my most intimate secrets were shared with her.“Things haven’t been the greatest in bed for a while with me and Grant, especially after Jenn died.” She wrinkled her nose with that last part. “I know for a fact you haven’t got back on the horse yet either and it’s been well over a year now. I just thought… well, we just thought that this might solve. . But just then I heard my phone buzz in my bag that I had dropped on the floor in my desperate rush to masturbate.It was a text from Kim, one of the two girls, and immediately I felt an extra thrill run through my body. What was it going to say? Was it to be another picture of her with her fingers rubbing her young pussy? Or was it going to be another salaciously rude message telling me how much she wanted me to fuck her and her best friend Amy?Sadly, it was none of those. Instead, it was a. “No, listen, Richard.” She paused and placed her hand on the back of mine. “There’s no point. They can treat me, perhaps give me some extra months to live but they can’t cure me. Richard, understand me, I don’t want that debilitating treatment just to live for a few months more. What sort of life is that, anyway?” I opened my mouth to answer but Gaynor applied pressure to my hand. “No, don’t say anything. I’ve seen a lot of cancer patients in my time, believe me. Many of them have been.