. At forty-seven you just can't wear what you did at twenty-five. Now can you, ladies?"Nice tits, Shelia. How about a peek?" Sure, stud. In the bathro...om ok?" She was laughing a bit as she squeezed by him through the bathroom door. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. Charlie's eyes never left her bosom."Was that cheap thrill or what, Charlie?"Charlie was glazed. His cock was already coming alive in his trunks. Amazing! He'd blown a load not two minutes ago.The mirror showed Charlie still. . I? ... Oh, Father? Oh, sir? It makes me? Like? It's almost happnin', sir? Like? It's almost ... you know?" No, my child. I don't know. I think God may want you to do something more? You hold it, Vicki. Put your hands down there and you move me the way you want." You mean? Like? Put my hands on your? Your?..." she whimpered."It's all right to say it, my child. Those words are all right for a wife to say to her husband ... or for you to say to your priest. You can say 'cock' and 'cunt' to me,. Cindy dumped a huge load of their combined essence onto the deck and sank to her knees.I ran over to her and she offered a weak smile as I wrapped my arms around her trembling body. “That was great,” she offered breathlessly. “You OK?”“Yeah,” I offered, “Satiated and sore as you I suspect.”We hugged and slowly rose to our feet, then turned to enter a now empty apartment. The TV continued its monotone babbling in the background and the cat stood by its plate meowing hungrily. The place was a. I'm at my desk soaking wet, can't even concentrate. All I want to do is go and kneel for my Master. I pat myself on the back for being so naughty. We weren't suppose to see each other until the weekend, but I couldn't wait to see you. So the only way to get to be with my Master was to be a bad girl!I finally arrive to your house and run in desperate to strip and kneel for you. In my frantic state I don't realize you are already home, on the couch in the dark, sipping a whiskey you had poured.