..”As I dug my toes deeper into the beach soil and took a swallow from my frosty beer bottle, I glanced over at my fiancée Janet. She was laid back... in the chair next to me. Blinding rays from the sun made it hard to see Janet’s face, so I reached out my hand to touch her.Suddenly the vocals of Van Halen’s David Lee Roth coming out of the radio were replaced with an annoying buzzing. Turning the station dial, or volume control on the radio did nothing to stop the aggravating noise, it was. Orla closed the door and walked over to where the Abbot was sitting. She had never been this close to a monk before and first thing to enter her dirty little mind was,' what does he were under his habit,bet he wears nothing',The Abbot was sitting on an ornate,straight backed chair. He was wear a long black woolen habit with a thick,long black strap around his waist,he wore a scapular and cowl. On his feet he wore thick woolen socks and sandals. Orla couldn't help but stare,what was going to. “I don’t know about slapping you! I’ve never laid a hand on a woman!” Jack said.“I want you to slap my face hard! Don’t hold back, or it won’t look convincing!” Emma demanded.“Very well! I’m very ready for this! Shall we get together later this evening for a gentler coupling?” Asked Jack.“Oh yes! I’ve been wanting that ever since I met you!” Emma replied.Just then, Brian walked back in with another man in tow. “Emma and Jack, meet John: the man I told you about! He may be directing the X-rated. ....fuck me you are so horny..........You feel my weight on top of you as my cock pulsing subsides.“I want to 69 you” I say.....we get into position on the bed.....I pull apart your arse cheeks.....enjoying the sight of your exposed arse and pussy.........My cum dribbles from your pussy in thick wads.....I eagerly lick you and drink it all up, tasting the sex cocktail we created............whilst you take my cock in hand and lick it clean of your juices and my cum......bringing it back to.