He told us a priest could be found, or we could go to St. Mark's, or to the Methodist church just round the corner on Ecclesall Road; for that matter,... there was St. Matthew's in the town centre. We smiled and thanked him, took a contact number and left. Neither of us were impressed by the service; I don't know that either of us expected to be, but we thought we'd try St. Mark's.Monday, I rang the number for the Vicar at St. Mark's, only to find he was unavailable, and was given a number for the. I didn’t mean to freak you out,” she said, kissing me again, “It’s okay honey. We’ll go upstairs and have fun soon. Chris will stay down here, don’t worry, okay?”“Okay,” I said, smiling again.Chris asked if I wanted a drink and went off to the kitchen to fetch one.“I’m going to go upstairs and get ready for you honey, ok? You can stay here and have a drink with Chris,” Sharon said, kissing me again.“Really?” I said.“It’s fine, honey, he’s completely fine with it. Just give me ten minutes. . so very wet…Your shaven mound is shining with moisture and I love it…You feel my fingers skim up the inside of your thighs. They gather the wetness that has coated them. I feel you are so wet…I touch your engorged clitoris and smile as you have a slight whimper. Then with no warning, there is a sharp slap against your soft pussy entrance. You cry out as your thighs try to close. Roughly pushing back apart, I place them back where I want it.After several more stinging slaps against your pussy;. Okay, I guess I’ve kinda been like that for the last few months with Jamie. Jamie’s fun, as long as I don’t try to analyze it too much. She’s s bit of a typical pop culture girl, about fashions and movies and contemporary music, but she can be coerced into a discussion of other subjects. Just don’t expect it to last too long, to get too deep, nor broach ideas outside the more popular views. She’s not BAD looking if you accept a version of current fashion. Her makeup and hair follow the current.