Finally, the knot caught on something on the rough surface, and slowly,painfully, I began to push my head down and back, side to side, trying toslip t...he blindfold over my head.The pain from the knot pressing into the back of my head was almostequally matched by the material bunching under my eyebrows, but finally,and with a muffled scream into my gag, I managed to jerk my head downwardenough to release my eyes, and the blindfold slipped to the floor besideme. I took in my surroundings. I was. That got me out of a difficulty in a very pleasant way. Sharon was obviously ovulating which is why she was so sexed up, and I enjoyed the lovely musky taste that women get at that part of their cycle. The taste that lingers on your palate for days.Sharon went mad as I licked her out and had several quiet climaxes before she begged me to stop. I wanked for her and spurted on the floor for her to see the size of my load and then we straightened up and sheepishly went back to the office.After. The manse they had given him to stay in was at the far end of the graveyard from the church and a very comfy place it was too. As he was closing his curtains for the night he noticed a lit window at the church and assuming he had left the vestry light on he made his way back across the graveyard.As he entered the side door he saw the flickering of candlelight from inside the two sets of confessional boxes and could hear faint sounds coming from within. Not knowing what was happening, he crept. Finally, Ian bent his head forward and took her throbbing clit in his teeth, flicking his tongue over the throbbing little jewel. Jill’s gasp of pleasure sent little rivulets of energy coursing through both their bodies. Ian’s fingers worked in and out of her beautiful plump body as his tongue assaulted her tender clit. Her fingers tangled in Ian’s hair as Jill thrashed, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. Ian grinned as he kept at his task, stroking her labia gently. He felt her body.