I started kissing her navel, made circles and alternatively kept playing with beautiful boobs. I removed her underskirt and there she was wearing the ...stunning lingerie! It was time to unhook her bra. I did spend some time enjoying and seducing with her bra straps. In no time I removed her panties!Simultaneously, I kneaded her beautiful boobs in one hand, tickled her earlobes with my moustache and used another hand to enter her love hole. Her love hole was dripping with juices and she started. "Then holding her head up straight she said, "I want to say a particular word of thanks to Kirsty Callaway. It's not that she did any more than Casey did, although she certainly did as much. Rather, it's because we thought that Casey, after all, is black, too. She had a reason for helping us. But Kirsty? She is certainly not black."But do you know what it is? To her, we're not black, either. We're people... ! People who need her help. That's all. Kirsten Callaway is what we should all strive to. "I know you put out his fire.I know I'll be able to resist Sister Capello." No, my child.you may think so but.it will happen again.I have to.I must.do something more." Father Murphy released her legs and they flopped out weakly, cradling his hips. Drained though he was, the sight of his luscious conquest lying spread-eagled beneath him was bringing on a resurgence of his lust even as his emptied organ deflated within her."What, Father? What must you do?" There's only one way, Sister Susan. I. I was ready to burst myself as I watched her quivering cunt and thighs while I discreetly wiped my mouth off on my arm. When she settled down a little, I stuffed my cock inside and lay down on top of her, missionary style. I pumped her slowly, and kept her arms pinned down wide. As I thrust deeper into that amazing wet glove, I wanted to see if her flattened boobs were jiggling. I lifted myself up a bit and looked down. They were swaying just a little in counterpoint to our hips. She wrapped.