Maybe I could charm him a little... I put on a low-cut top that showed what cleavage I could muster to good advantage, and ended just below my bra. Th...e skirt I wore would have had me kneeling on marbles while saying several decades of the rosary Under the watchful eye of Sister Catherine, at my old high school, but I was desperate.I decided against pantyhose, but put on the high heels I had brought for dancing. Oh, what a dreamer I was!I not only didn't have time for dancing - I'd never be able. I also wore a white silk blouse that showed my figure as well showing the lacy white bra I was wearing. I had unbuttoned several buttons so I gave the appearance of showing cleavage although I did not really show much at all. The black jacket of the suit completed the look.When I sat for a while, like when I drove home, the skirt rode up almost to mid-thigh. I knew I was showing a lot of leg as I sat there with the door open to put my shoe back on since I had taken it off while I drove. I. Her cunt was open to the world and she knew it as she looked directly at me, a slight smile on her face. She moved closer to my wife almost touching her. She leaned back and raised her knees up in the air to rest on them, all the time exposing her bare cunt to all to see. I noticed it was shaved and her opening was wet, her lips open a little so I could see the pink of her insides as she moved. My wife finally acknowledged her with a smile but it wasnt long after that that the two of them were. ‘I’m afraid you’ll drown, Father Horton, if you don’t come onto these rocks.’ He very well might have drowned. The sight of her body through the thin, wet material of her chemise made his heart constrict and his head seem light. Somehow he clamored toward her, grabbing the low shelf of rocks and sitting down, his head reaching just below her waist. Emily bent down, laying a gentle hand on the priest’s shoulder, she asked, ‘Are you alright, Father?’ Her hand was like fire, burning through his.