'HAAAR!' Vanessa cried, though biting her knuckles as she did so lest Mary should hear.

The crafty cleric had counted much upon that and drove his hungry mouth immediately into the crotch of her drawers, feeling thereunder the rolled lips which impressed themselves through the cotton. Arching her back, her eyes wild, and clenching at the bedcover, Vanessa felt his lapping wetly there-indeed, just like a dog's. Bumping her sturdy, well-curved legs upon his shoulders, she gradually felt not only the crotch of her drawers wetting from his saliva but also the exudations that came from her honeypot.

'MUR-MUR-MUR!' she began to moan, much to the joy of the cleric. The tip of his tongue actually caused the few loose folds of her drawers at their most critical juncture to enter between her rolled lovelips, at the peak of which he could distinctly feel her clitoris erecting like a small but eager bud.-'HOOO-OOOH! NO!' came to his ears, which cry was a further delight to him since he well knew that such was frequently uttered when the very reverse was intended.

Gathering his hands under her bottom, he hastily sought the ties of her drawers and, tugging upon the waistband, brought that garment to descend to Vanessa's knees. His further action was then just as immediate and caught her by surprise as much as it had done other females in the past. Letting her legs slump heavily down, Percival rose and swiftly rolled the dazed young woman upon her face so that he was at last able to view the impressive twin demi-globes of her bottom.

No more lustrous orb had ever met Percival's eyes. The cheeks inrolled with that tight plumpness that produces at their meeting point a faint gingery hue which adds such pleasing contrast to the marbled whiteness of the bulging peach. As such a fruit, so indeed it felt, the cheeks being velvety and firm as he caressed them, parted them and allowed an enquiring finger to run up and down the furrow at whose centre Vanessa haplessly showed her crinkled orifice.