Chastity’s POV
I watch the door close softly as Father Thomas leaves the room.
Later at night, Angela's eyes are closed and her head is nestled into the crook of my neck. I am stroking her hip with a delicate fingernail and squeezing her breast with my other hand. I can feel the n****e hardening.
"Are you okay?" I ask her in a whisper.
"Mmm-hmm," she breathes.
"You're not freaked out?"
"Not at all." She turns over to look at me. "I have wanted to be with you for a long time. And I've noticed you watching me sometimes."
Blushing slightly, I nod. "I couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful."
Angela leans forward and our lips meet in a moist kiss. I breathe in her musky scent and slide my tongue between her lips to flick against hers. I can feel the soft folds on the roof of her
