“We don’t need any unexpected visitors. Our hands fumbled over our exhausted and wet bodies…his stiff cock now just a wet limp thing and I played with it…teasing. Should we send her a ‘Thank You‘ note?” He held me in his grip thrusting hard now. “I will shower you with all the blessings I have under my control…when…I lose control.” I said: “I want to be showered by the cum from your prick you dirty horny priest,” my turn to tease. He looked so regal and elegant in his long black robe, with the large cross hanging down around his neck. We had another swallow of wine. I didn’t know how to begin. There we two were for that Sunday morning service, listening to Father Daniel from the pulpit talking about sin, that we were sinners, that…strangely in this sermon—about sex with animals: that bestiality was a sin. I heard his robe rustling through the little screen. Father Daniel, in a stern voice said: “Stop it…tell me what happened.” I continued:
“Well…he was licking my face…and I moved again, closer, smoothing that cock with the wet walls of my cunt…his dick throbbing…I moved more and Duke began reacting, moving deeper…we were both wet and slippery and he slipped inside easily…I moved out and then in again.
