” She told him.“No, Annie I didn’t mean to do that, as a matter of fact, you are the reason we would be coming.”“Me? And did you just say we...”“Yes. I am at the hospital with Sara right now and it’s a long and horrible story, something close to yours. I was hoping we could come and stay a few days until her bruising is gone and maybe you could talk to her about some of this. I know it’s a lot to ask but I can’t lose her over this. She acts like she’s fine but I’m sure the worst is yet to. I told her that in order for it to work like I was hoping that I would need a lot of help from her. She told me that she would do whatever she could ... but wanted to know what I was planning. I kissed her and smiled and told her that it was very, very special and and hardly ever happened because of the unique circumstances that needed to happen for it to work. She again asked what I was talking about. Again I took her face gently in both my hands and kissed her and asked her if she'd ever. I just smiled back at her, with a look that I hoped told her I was very keen, but the ball was in her court. Right she said, and sat upright and moved herself along my shaft, she was looking down and watching my cock appear and disappear between her legs. She moved all the way forward, so that the head must have been lined up perfectly to enter her, but even though she leaned forward, pushed down and back, the head just slipped along her slit and popped out in front again. She did this a few. I wondered what his beard would feel like.And the Virgin Mary, a short, full hipped woman in a simple white flowing robe with a blue shawl draped about her head and shoulders. Her slim right hand was raised as if conferring on the viewer the two fingered blessing that I had seen Pope Pius XII confer from his balcony in movie newsreels. In her right arm she held the half nude child who turned its head to gaze at the viewer with a frown of divine approbation that seemed blatantly inappropriate on.