She has growing periods when can't stand to be around other people. She withdraws to her room to think and be alone, to trace the passing of the years..., to fantasize and to wonder what happened to her life, how at one time everything had seemed possible.Along with her romance novels she has started reading poetry from her old college textbooks. One Sunday afternoon she read "To His Coy Mistress." When she came to the line "time's wing'd chariot hurrying near," she threw the book across the. . and I mean VERY specific in what you write. It ... the book ... it has a way of interpreting your words the way it wants to. Fair warning."Again his response was, "Oh ... kay."He was already in bed with the lights out when he remember Sally's comp' notebook. He signed, knowing it would be cold tramping through the apartment to his backpack in his birthday suit sleeping attire. Crazy as his childhood friend and now college school mate had seemed, Bob knew she would act even crazier tomorrow if. Are you waiting for Father Leary?"He could see the slight flush on her cheeks as she answered. "Yes Father. A private confession." Jill looked down at the floor.Father Lester nodded as he went in to the inner office for the paperwork. Lester had heard rumors from the nuns that Father Leary gave after hours confessions to a select few parishioners. The young priest didn't have a clue as to what the older priest was up to but he was determined to find out.The sixty year old Father Leary rushed. I removed her trunk top in one swoop. Now there ws just a slip on her boobs. As I tried to remove it, I found it difficult, since I had become superhorny by now. So anushree helped me . She brought my mouth closer to her boobs, and gently slid her slip down a bit and popped out her breast. I attacked it like a hungry man, licking, sucking and biting it madly. She kept moaning throughout. After some time, she took my head to the other nipple, and placed my lips on it and kissed me. I started.