Threesome withe the hockey couches

This is a note from Mary to me, while I lived with her and she seeing her boy friend Mark Lohman on the side. This sort of thig gets them off...anyway, this is the note she sent me. This happened when she was at Holy Angels Academy in Minn. The same priest later married her to her husband. Mary told me that the affair continued for years and that on a trip back home, the priest knocked her up, explaining, to me anyway, why her constantly in drug and alcohol recovery son is a slightly built midget while his brother and father are well over 275 pound and 6 feet, Mary's a big boned girl as well.

This poor bastard...she slept with the priest who married them and the marriage counselor  he paid to keep his marriage together and then three couches from her sons teams, the maintenance guy at their first apartment in northern Virginia..... 

I was in high school when I knew him and he was in charge of the youth group  He never XXXXED me.  He let me see his XXXX  in the car at night sometimes when he would take me home after a youth group event.  He showed me how hard it could get if I XXXXXX it and showed me how to rub it so that it would get nice and XXXX. At first he just let me rub it and then he showed me that if I kept rubbing it, it would XXXX XXX.  After that he finally asked me to XXXX it and I got my first XXX in my XXXXX from him. 

 When I first met him, he was just out of the seminary and at his first church.

Then he got moved to the Bishop's house in St. Paul as the Bishop's secretary.  I used to take the bus to see him about once a month.  He had a private area there and I would suck his cock and he would XXXX my XXXX.  It was a very old building somewhere around Summit Avenue.  The rooms were old and richly appointed.  There were a lot of gold things and tapestries and velvet chairs.

 We would lock the door to his office and sitting room and then I would take out his XXXX and XXXX my hand around it and move it up and down.  He would take out my XXXX and bury his head in them and XXXX on my  XXXXLES.  Then he would get so hard.  He would beg me to XXXX him.  I was turned on by his XXXX and liked touching it but I wasn't very good at XXXXING it XXX.  But he didn't seem to care.  He just wanted to get off.

 So when he couldn't take it anymore, I would put his XXXX in my XXXXX and XXXX.  It never took him very long to XXXXX. 

Then we would put our clothes back together and I would take the bus back home.  He would call me on the phone in between and we would talk about a lot of stuff, and then he would tell me how much he liked my XXXX and how big and beautiful they were, and he would ask me if I liked to XXXXXXXXXX.  I would tell him that I really liked it, and he would ask me to touch myself while I was on the phone.  He would tell me to touch my nipples and ask me if they were hard.  It made me very hot.  I would come while he was on the phone, but I never told him that I did. I suspect that he XXXX while we were on the phone as well. 

At first he never did anything to me, but after a while he started to rub my XXXX and eventually he couldn't help himself, he had to take them out and XXXX them.  That felt really good.  I liked our time together doing sex things.  I didn't date so it was fun.  He never XXX me or XXXXXX me. 

When I went to college he got moved to a church way out in the suburbs and I went off to St. Catherines.  After I got to college he didn't do it anymore.  He just stopped. 

After high school was over we never did any more sex things together. 

We stayed in touch and he eventually married Glenn and I. The last time I saw him I stayed at his house one night and we had oral sex, but we didn't XXXX.  He is 15 years older than me so he was getting much older and it wasn't as much fun anymore.  He drank a lot by then and got pretty drunk the night I was there.  We kind of parted ways after that.   I had dinner with him whenever we went back to Minnesota but we never had sex again.”