I mean, can you picture me - The Mother of God?" "Yes, Karen. I can! And, let me tell you something, girl! For my money, Godcould do a lot worse than ...you when it comes down to picking a prospectivemother for the Second Coming of His only Son..."*** Later that evening, as the two of them were washing dishes, Gabriella returnedto the subject they had been discussing that morning at the bus stop. "Hey! Ijust had a thought." "You did, did ya?" Karen said, supplying the damn near obligatory. ‘… be there at twelve thirty. I may be late, but wait…..’ She snapped out of her reverie as she felt his foot innocuously slide off hers, releasing her leg to swiftly join it’s partner. Looking down, she read the card he had put in her hand. She knew the Cafe Parisienne. She would not be late. ========================= THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!….. The bass drummed through his head, the flashing lights drilling into his eyeballs. ‘This is definitely not my scene, must be getting old,’ he mused. In. Walter fucked harder, his prick swelling progressively stiffer in the rubbery grip of Margaret's ass, growing close to showering her insides with jizz. Soon the well-hung young studs were thrusting hard, taking Margaret to the peak of ecstasy. Her horny, writhing body was on the edge.Margret went silent as she meditated on the sensations inside her. Closing her eyes and letting go, she momentary entered a state of tantric pleasure."Uhhhhhhh! Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass! Oh, ohhh, ohh god! . " I suppose that's okay," the receptionist replied, winking at the Scout Leader, adjusting his now hard cock under the desk, "I understand. Any problems with any of the guests I'm sure Arkela will be able to sort them out."Barbara continued after the scouts to their room, and overheard the receptionist muttering to himself, "Now lets get some paper towels and we'll rewind the security tape to get a better view of her."The room had four sets of bunk beds, eight cupboards and a door into the.