He looked at me and his face and tone of voice were serious. He said, Baby, do you have fun with me? I shook my head yes and couldnt t help but to smi...le. Then it s settled, I m coming with you. I was staring at him now, very confused. What about your clothes and other possessions? I managed to spit out. He laughed, I tell you, I m not leaving and you are concerned about my possessions? I was too befuddled to see the humor. I didnt t have clothes to fit him. Nor did I have a bed where he could. She shuddered and gasped as the priest rubbed at her panties. Her hands shot down, trying to grasp his wrist and stop his finger from slipping through the legband of her panties.“Father! Please! What are you doing!”“Proving that you're a whore that wants to fuck anyone. You don't love Tony.” Samantha's eyes widened as his finger caressed up and down her wet pussy lips. Her fingers tightened on his wrist as a low, unbidden moan escaped her lips. Father Augustine smiled as he pulled out his. What was important is that there was a cock attached to a willing senior citizen - a thought which immediately stiffened my own cock. I also realized that I hadn’t pulled up my boxers, so now my hard cock is pointing at this man, and there was no way for me to hide the fact that standing in front of this man made my cock hard.He told me his name was John, that he was 73 this December, and that he was a veteran; I likewise told him my name and that I was 44. He asked if I was married, and I. ”“What do you mean?” he asked.“Sit up and rest back, place your hands on your thighs.” He followed my instructions. “Take it slow like this,” I said as I stroked the back of his hand with one finger.“Mm,” he murmured. I stoked up his forearm with my fingers. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Get the idea?” I asked as I sat back with my hands on my thighs.He did as I had done. Just the touch of his finger on my hand caused a tingle down in my core. A mummer came from me as his finger stroked up my.