I also knew that grandfather disliked niggers but I never knew why. I guess if Father Tyrone wasn’t a priest, dad wouldn’t let him inside the hous...e also. But unlike granddad, dad was a devout religious man who dearly respected clergy no matter their race.When grandfather arrived, mom and the black priest were already in session. He had heard about mom’ troubles and knew that a priest was living with us to exorcise the demons. What he didn’t know is that the priest was a muscular handsome macho. He threw his hands up as he looked over his body to assess where he had spilled. ‘What the hell, Rach? Walk much?’ Rachel widened her eyes and brought her hands to her hips. ‘Ex-cuse me?’ She giggled and rolled her eyes at him. ‘I just stood up and you came crashing through me like a fucking train!’ Her eyes drifted over his body and she stifled a laugh. ‘Awww! You spilled your beer!’ Greg followed her gaze and noticed that, indeed, he had a small dark patch on his shirt. Worse, another. I started the same format on her nipples and kisses her ears and neck which made her squirm in pleasure. Then I moved to her sopping wet pussy and started to play with that. She was really trying to get some release but I would not allow it. I warned her to stop but her horniness would not allow her so I went back to the belt rack and selected a wide strap. Lin look was of terror and lust as I climbed back on the bed. What she did not see was that I found her box of toys I selected a large. To my surprise the feeling was only slightly uncomfortable and over-ridden by a very erotic sensation.Tiffany laughed softly at the confusion in my eyes, recognising the arousal she was creating and said quietly but firmly, "This is a hint of how good things will feel when your piercings have healed but you must only treat them very gently for the next four weeks until they have. I want you to sponge them daily with surgical spirit and add some of this cream each day for the first week. If.