Intimate Oral Pleasure, Up Close And Personal

The Vicar resplendent in the splendour of his purple raiment and white dog collar as I termed it proceeded to lecture me on the need for charity. If you complain to the magistrates they may order me to wed you of face imprisonment,” I reminded her, “And it would be a hard decision, but on balance I do believe I would prefer two years hard labour to being shackled to you for life.”
“Beast!” she uttered. The bloody woman herself then came calling. “That’s right miss, my fist is better than any cock ent it,” Rosie said as she went from wiping Miss Banwell’s thigh to thrusting her whole fist deep inside Miss Banwell’s passage. “No, I don’t really have the time or inclination to sample prison life,” I admitted. My member took matters into his own hands and before I knew his helmet was nuzzling her slot, he spread her soft lips and came up short against her maidenhead. An argument predicated my return, “It’s only fair, done you,” Rosie was saying, “It’s not fair sir she won’t do me.” she addeed. The vicar’s daughter that is. “That was really rather pleasant,” I advised, “Have Rosie clean you up and I shall fuck you again after tea.”
“Don’t be so impertinent!” she came back. “I say don’t be so impertinent,” I retorted.