Slowly, he twisted up his feet and then down again. The third time he came up again without his pants on.

 

“Shit!” Dale hid her face to keep herself from invading his privacy. At the same time, she was anxious and interested in knowing what he was doing, so she peeped again, permitting her curiosity to get the best of her.

 

This time, the priest had a lotion in his hand. He squeezed the plastic bottle and green thick substance dripped on his palm from the overly used bottle. One could tell by the squeaking sound that followed. 

 

He began applying the substance on his man hood, already giving his...