You will be sleeping in there from now on."Joy nodded and he let go of her nipple. Her thighs squeezed tight together. The little whore was wet, eager... to give into her sins and tempt him into fornication. The memory of her hot, silky, wet flesh wrapped about his cock shuddered through the priest.Father Augustine led the whore to his cottage while thoughts of Mary danced in his head. She was bent over the altar, her skirt sliding up and exposing her naked pussy. For once, the little whore would. All I can say is that they seemed right at the time.To start with there is me, Piers Longstay, country boy who attended a grammar school towards the end of their existence, went on to university and got a good degree, and went to work in the City, by which of course I mean London. That's the bare bones. My dad was a farm worker and general handyman/builder and whatever, and mother was a tad pretentious, hence the name Piers. She was the one who encouraged me to work hard, and truth to tell I. I kiss all the way down your body, over your flat stomach, over your belly button, I kiss your hips, I even kiss your hands that lay at your side. I caress the material of your bikini bottoms with the tops of my fingers. I start to kiss your thighs, I can still smell the scent of your perfume. What an intoxicating aphrodisiac! I pause when I get to your ankles and look up to your face. Your head is tilted back with your eyes closed. Suddenly you realize I have stopped. Your eyes flash open to. I glanced over at Sarah who just smiled at me, watching the two teenagers tickle and fondle each other.I snapped at Rhea who scowled at me in return; I felt uneasy at the close intimacy between them. I could easily foresee a nightmare scenario of Rhea having sex, getting pregnant, and then me being partially blamed for it. I watched as Rhea passed Simon some of her pasta, and then him gleefully take it from her fork."Jealous," Sarah whispered, and passed me some of her creamy pasta. I snapped.