"It's impractical, but it's hot."Only then did he hold the passenger door open for me. The seat was made of dark leather and felt buttery soft. I wish...ed my couch felt this nice.He tossed his jacket into the back seat and climbed in beside me. As he buckled in, I stared at his arms and chest with something approaching awe. Shave his head and he'd look like Vin Diesel, only hunkier. The tight tee shirt showed his wide chest and flat abdomen off nicely.Ty cleared his throat.I yanked my eyes up to. Gently they began to bite and nibble their clits, pulling at them with their teeth.Intoxicated now by each other’s scent they inserted their fingers and began to work them in then out catching the g-spot and grinding with each stroke. Stretching wider, they slowly worked in four fingers while continuing to suck and nibble on each other’s buttons. Together they felt the sensation of climax building as they rode that fine line between pain and pleasure. Together they screamed as they each. He prayed fervently that no one would notice his erection beneath his cassock and alb. He began resorting to taping his penis to his thigh with adhesive tape before he left his office. It was the only way the he could be certain that it would not tent his garments in front of his flock. When his cramped member became engorged by the sight of Mary, the pain served to further distract him from the business of conducting mass. He often had to rely on his alter boys to guide him through his. Children chasing balls into the street. A good driver looks at his mirrors, his speed, the traffic ahead, the traffic behind, intersections coming up, stop lights, tail lights. If a good driver talks to his passengers he doesn't look at them ... looking at the person in the back seat is the epitome of rude. He keeps the volume on the radio low enough that he can hear what's happening to the engine ... and he listens for sirens. He should always yield to emergency vehicles ... nobody ever said.