He drops the switch, and unzips his black pants. He pullsout his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over mywell-switched, blazin...g ass. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against mytortured assflesh. Fr. Joe is again chanting in Latin as he humps myred-striped buns harder. Groaning loudly, Fr. Joe's hairy old balls explode,and his huge load of priestly spooge sprays all over my sore, flaming rear. Ihear him grunting as his cock continues to whitewash my. Gina sighed and moved, rolling onto her back, so her shoulder touched my back and her arm that had previously cuddled me, explored the space between us and settled on the upper cheek of my bum.“Harry?” Gina enquired softly, tentatively.“I’m awake, Gina. You sleep well?” I said as I turned, my arm still half asleep and felt like a log smouldering internally.“Yes, I slept like a log, thank you, H. While this is lovely, though, I must get up, before we’re discovered.”As she threw the covers off. ” I took the vinegar from her and sat it down and started hugging her and holding her close. I told her that when Vincent ask me to do that, it turned me on and reminded me of how hot it was hearing about her and the others way back when she was in Utah with Marcus. Every time, she would start to say something, I would start in with things like “Remember when you called and said you didn’t have your pills and Marcus was coming over? I remember how great I felt when you told me the next day. Then you took another scarf, tied it around my eyes - and I heard you pad softly out of the room.You were away for a long time, it seems. I was afraid that vou meant to spring some unpleasant surprise on me, shock me or humiliate me, but not so; you had gone to the kitchen. I heard you return to the bed, but then gasped as I felt a handful of icecubes being smoothed across my breasts, twirled around my nipples to make them stand stiffly for you. As they became number. I begged you to warm them.