..he knows what to expect. I drop to my knees and let my slick tongue bathe the hot weltsthat crisscross Fr. Joe's well-punished ass. Then I... pull his tender, smallgobes apart and my hot tongue slithers through the black hair, searching outhis clean-tasting pucker. Fr. Joe grinds his little ass into my face as I rimhim good, and when I get the bespectecled little priest's butthole good andslick, I stand up, and start to ease my aching nine-inch member into histight, slick hole. . She jumps and I slap it again. After 10smacks, I rip her boy-shorts down to her knees and force my fingers into herwet cunt. She moans as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. First just onefinger (she is tight), then two and harder yet. She whimpers and cries.However, I continue. Picking up the smaller of the two dildos, I begin fuckingher. Short, fast, powerful strokes in her cunt. I lovewatching her lips roll in and out of her. As her lips roll in, the hood of herclit is tugged down over her. One day I was getting ready to leave my office after a hard day, when she sent me a text message, telling me that the plumber she had called to fix some leaks on the kitchen sink had arrived. He was now solving the matter. All she said was that she was happy that this man had come early in the afternoon and she could cook some dinner right in time.After taking off from the highway, my car sustained some electrical failure; I saw some sparks in the dashboard and finally the damned thing stopped. She had just started watching a ‘R’ rated movie on HBO when he came in and sat down with a beer in his hand. He often did that, stayed a few minutes, drank one beer and went off to bed. Once in a while he would watch TV for a longer time, maybe an hour or so and drink two beers before going to bed. Tonight was different. He drank three beers and watched the entire movie. It was a love story in which everybody made love to everybody else at one time or the other. Almost like a soap opera. She.