“Yeah, well those guys are a breed unto themselves, that’s for sure,” Terry agreed. “Well, look at their required readings. And they don’t j...ust read that stuff – they discuss it, and have to do papers on it. You’d be a little strange too, if you spent a semester on St. Thomas A Kempis.” “A Kempis? Who’s he? I’ve heard of St. Thomas Aquinnis, but not A Kempis.” “Oh, he was a Reformation Jesuit Priest. He came up with, among other things, the concept of Good Works, that John Calvin glommed onto,. I've learned he likes to stand beside the bed and hold my legs or waist as he fucks me and this is one of the best ways to get him to cum. I shifted to the side of the bed, spread my legs wide in the air and guided him back into me. I was still wearing my skirt that was bunched up around my waist. My blouse was open and I still had on my bra and garter belt of course. As I looked up at Keith I put my high heels up on his shoulders. He was fucking me with abandon now. Holding my waist his cock. Very good and she was finding herself sexually satisfied every bit as much as Lamar.Oh, she had tried. The next day, following their tryst at the motel, after Jamal had left for work, Lamar had reminded her of how he wanted her to dress. She had pleaded once again, but ultimately wound up retiring to the bedroom where she changed into a short mini skirt, silk blouse and spike heels. Upon returning downstairs, she saw Lamar's eyes light up as she entered the kitchen."Great legs, Mom! With those. He had a window over a wild rhododendron bush, framed by its exploring branches, into the little grove. It's hard to see her from this angle, but he has dark skin. His dark curly hair could not have been more than 6 yards away from Gregor’s elevated view. The rhythm of the two of them moving together was making Gregor's wood press against the pile.The man pulls out of her revealing her body clearly. She has long blond hair laid out around her like a halo on the green forest floor. The way her.