Smee giggled. 'The Reverend looks after a couple of parishes outside the can so he's away from home quite a bit. He spends Saturday night in the Chape...l vestry workin' on his sermon - that's what he says! But I saw on him one night floggin' his mutton and moanin' and groanin' over the week's tapes of Mrs Vicar's bedtime story'.'Have you got a tape of him wanking?' I asked the puzzled Smee.'Why would I want to do that?' he protested, 'I'm no poofter!' He blushed bright red and I wondered whether. I was in a cloud then she stopped I thought...what a bitch! then I opened my eyes as she was standing naked over me, I don't know when she shed her bikini, but she did, then she took my hand and lead me inside to her room and laid me upon the bed and pulled my shorts and went back to sucking my cock but this time she was straddling my face with her shaved dripping pussy that looked like a full blown rose and as the room was full of the scent of pussy she spread her legs to lower her dripping. She pulled him down, on top of her, and lifted a leg to wrap around his own two. Dan groaned, and broke away. He knelt on top of her, legs spread, straddling her stomach. His hands moved through her hair, and then down her face and neck to her breasts, which he rubbed through the thick dress. Molly moaned and lifted her chest up towards his hands. She raised her shoulders and struggled to reach the clasps behind her, but, frustrated, gave up. ‘Let me help,’ Dan whispered, turning her over. She got dressed, but didn't stop there. Some clothes in an overnightbag and out the door she went, not even stopping to tell him she was leavingor where she was going. She needed a few days to cool down. Maybe those fewdays would teach him to appreciate her more as well. She punched the garagebutton on the elevator panel. There were friends she could stay with, or maybeshe'd just spend some time at one of the ski resorts up in the mountains. Thatwould be a nice change, some beautiful scenery.