I should have just waited until one of my so called friends had time to go out. As I am preparing to leave, a cute chick sits two stools away and smil...es one of those bright smiles and asks if I am alone. I shake my head yes, she moves closer and we start to talk. After a few hours of small talk I state I am going to leave. She stands and walks out with me. As we say our goodbyes she leans in and kisses me. I have never kissed a girl but had always wanted to. She asks if I'm in a hurry to get. Four years of fantasizing what it would be like. And here he was, in and out of her. And here she was with oohs and aahs. She lifted her legs on each side of his head, letting them rest on his shoulders, and refrained to moan louder. She was about to cum. He made her turn and kneel, her butt to him. He was now standing and taking her from behind. She squeezed his cock from inside. ‘Oh yes… yes… faster… yes…. Ooohh!’ He let his full load go and groaned. She felt when it was his last final. The site gave us a feeling of being back in our old home where a bountiful snowfall was not as uncommon. The best part was when we woke up at our regular time of five in the morning the snow was still falling, each big snowflake falling gently to its predestined spot. I made some coffee and we opened up the blinds to just sit back and watch the show before us. It was so relaxing to just sit and soak up the artistry that was being painted before us by Mother Nature. After an hour or so we. I’m Martha, the Vicar of All Saints. Are you staying in the area for long?”That rather upset him, though he couldn’t say why. David’s response was intended to put this female Vicar in her place. “I live here. Your predecessor, the Father Newenham buried my wife here three years ago and I haven’t been to church since then. Have you been in post long, Mrs. Martha? Sorry, I don’t know the correct honorific for a female Vicar, and Mother Martha seems odd though Father Newenham seemed perfectly.