So once again I was waiting for the bell to ring so I could go home and continue my prison sentence. Ten minutes to go, and suddenly we all had to sta...d up again.“GOOD AFTERNOON, FATHER!”I guess he got tired of waiting, too.“Good afternoon, class,” he said. “Be seated. Sister, may I speak with Miss Purple privately?”“Certainly. Miss Purple, would you go with Father Ransom, please?”“No,” I said.“I beg your pardon?”“No, Sister.”“Stand up, young lady ... When a priest asks to speak to you, you go. When I went to the JAG office I was told that I could not remove my wife completely from my will since she would probably contest any new will without her and win, at least while we were still married.I ended up writing a new will that stated that if I was married at the time I died, my wife would receive half of what I own, with the other half going to my brother and my sister. Otherwise, all my assets would be split evenly between my two siblings or their estates.When I was done writing the. The internal muscles of her virginal walls began to tighten and contract around his fingers and he could contain himself no longer. Lifting himself back over her panting, heaving body, he thrust the full length of his cock into her sweet opening in one hard push. Crying out, clinging to him, her back arching as a second thrust sent her senses reeling over the edge. She thrashed wildly beneath him, groaning, panting, crying out with pleasure, driving him on, and begging him for more. ‘Yes, Oh. “Yes! And that woman --”“My wife.”“Whoever that slut was -- she was right there on her knees.”“On her knees? Are you sure? Where was that?”“Right there.”“I’m afraid I don’t know what you are talking about. Show me where you mean.”“Right here,” she told me emphatically through clenched teeth, moving to the spot where Audrey had been.“On her knees, you said?”“Yes. Precisely. Like this.” She copied Audrey’s position almost exactly.“And what is so disgusting about that?” I asked her, prompting her.