Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would reach between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. “You’re really wet Phyllis. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no idea of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. Then there was this young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious cross with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his privates. It was erotic to think of our ‘secret’ time without Becky sharing. “This is Father James from another parish. We were two hot bodies: a priest and his penitent. His dangling cross was the only dangling thing when we were together!
