“Oh fuck,” whispered Alison to herself. “Here we go again.” But Father Ambrose, a gentle smile fixed on his face, continued unperturbed:You ha...e stolen my heart, my sister, my bride, with one glance of your eyes.How much more pleasing is the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!“Yeah, I fucking bet it is,” giggled Alison under her breath. The muffled amatory soundtrack from within the coffin was getting more insistent: moans and sighs, punctuated with the occasional whispered “oh yeah” or. She pressed herself against Barry, who as always was a bit anxious when Kirsten was coming on strong. But fuck him! She was enjoying herself. She grabbed him around the waist, and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of 'Avenue' gave way to some record she recognised but didn't know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in tune with her body as she pressed it hard against Barry, feeling his cock stiffen through the fabric of his. This was getting me really excited so I moaned again long and low. I didn’t want to be obvious and be too loud, but just loud enough as she was the night before. She got up very slowly, I guess trying not to make her bed creak. Then I watched as she tiptoed over to my wall. This time she was facing the camera and I knew I had she hooked. I was rubbing my pussy and clit furiously and started to really moan continuously for her. While she was standing at my wall she wasted no time and started. * * * * *As soon as Megan arrived home, she put the chess set away in the familyroom. Her father was watching the final innings of a baseball game."Practising your chess?" he asked."No, I had a friend over tonight. I beat him." That's my girl. Anybody I know?" Jamie Stewart. He goes to our church but I don't think you've met him."Megan sat on the couch next to her dad."New boyfriend?" Dad! That's what everybody keeps asking me."Her father shrugged.Megan changed the subject to her father's golf.