Monsignor accompanied Bethany to the piano.She went through Fur Elise with a stunningly attuned rendition. Bethany was heightenedly responsive to all ...her senses, a full nuance of awareness. It was too easy for Bernard to place his hands over her soft breasts. Even with a blouse, bra and pink cardigan, it made no difference to her response; she might as well have been topless. She felt it all and more importantly embraced and felt it with her mind. She was aware of her own breathing, aware of. I looked into his eyes and he into mine. It took a minute before I realized we were staring at each other. Then he broke the staring contest, and began to slowly pan down to my feet. Then he slowly pannedup again into my eyes. “Carla, I want you to pass,” he said softly. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then came back and sat at his desk. “They won't check all the papers, so we might get away with just marking you as completed, he said. “If they ask, ill say I misplaced it.” I had a. "So you must be Pebbles," he said proffering a hand, although I could see that he was wondering whether he should also kiss me on the cheek. In those days, not so many English or Americans were as touchy-feely as they are today.He led us into a living room that was large enough to host one of our gigs and introduced us to his wife, Alexandra, who was sitting at the console of what at the time was a very high-spec beige PC. Simon Kurrein and his wife were both academic sophisticates whose. And then quite suddenly they were done. They left the house with their arms around each other and I couldn't resist going into her room to look for her knickers and pull back the covers to look at the wet patch on the sheets. And it was a big wet patch - the kind left when a girl urinates in her excitement, or her boyfriend won't stop to let her go to the bathroom. And there at the foot of the bed were her knickers which I sniffed in my excitement, and there also was her t-shirt with cum stains.