Father Mulligan came to the funeral, offering hiscondolences, despite Dad being Baptist. Mom was Catholic and we somehowmanaged to migrate up and down... between churches on Sundays.Mom, not prone to saying much any more, agreed that I should go to thepriest for some counseling. At least once a week. The church was hercomfort those days; she had nothing else to cling to for strength.So I went to see the good priest, friend to the neighborhood, pillar ofthe community, the direct representative of. Then she sat down on the floor and leaned against the sofa.Sally could feel Sam's eyes on her buttocks and continued the process of stoking the fire longer than necessary. Several times she even swayed her backside back and forth. Her face had turned hot but not from the fire.Sam smiled as she took a sip of her wine and watched the blatant sexual display in front of her. While she tried to remain calm on the outside, on the inside she was trembling with excitement. She felt a little trickle of. "I need a shower," she mumbled sleepily. Forcing my head from her mound, she twisted her body where I was unable to make contact between her pussy and my mouth.I sat upright, and she scampered from the bed, rushing to the small bathroom. I heard the shower start and sat back waiting for her to return. I picked up the entertainment schedule and began reading, noticing the dress for the dance for the evening was casual.I read almost every article in the pamphlet before laying it down. Picking. One of your hands touches mine as you move away, briefly clasping it and giving it a gentle tug as if to say follow me'. I turn and see you disappear for the stairs to the balcony, and decide that this is definitely a come-on. My heart is beating fast and my cock has started to swell in anticipation at what could lie ahead. I make my way to the stairs and follow the path that you had previously taken. At the top I see you leaning over the balcony and I come up behind you. You sense me.