There was no thought of escape.The familiar penetration started as a moist caress at her lips, and it began to slowly, and implacably, force its way i...nto her. Pleasure blossomed in her body, the familiar touch of a lover becoming something else. Grateful at the return of her muscles, she pushed against it, again, and again, deeper, deeper, deeper, until the perfect position was reached, until she was perfectly filled, and it stilled, locking into place, delicate tendrils of pleasure radiating. "Father Murphy offered, "What we have here is virtually a declaration of open war. Things have been trying enough, but what will the KKK do now to raise the stakes. I fear that we are in for considerable trouble before this is over. Also, I wonder if there is something deeper behind this whole KKK thing. The usual KKK member can't think beyond his nose. This requires much more cunning than they are usually capable of. Is there a hidden agenda we are not aware of?"I looked a Fr. Murphy and said,. This has all been my fault. The foolish emotions of an old woman." I love you, Sarah." Perhaps you do, Michael. But I..." she hid the fact that her voice choked a bit. "I... can no longer love you. You're a wonderful man. You have your whole life to look forward to. Don't waste it on a lost cause." Lost cause? But a few weeks ago you were willing to have me move in, share a life with..." It was a foolish fantasy. I should have known it could never be. I've accepted it now, Michael. You need to. Her loosely bound breasts pressed against his back. At first he tried to give her more room, but that seemed to be impossible. No matter where he moved she seemed to follow him, keeping the contact firmly in place. The touch of her breasts could not have lasted long. After all, she simply wanted a drinking glass. Yet, for Ron the time seemed to hang on itself, until he couldn't be certain how long she was actually there. Later, all he could remember was the feeling of those spheres of soft.