0 comments/ 7903 views/ 2 favorites Sundays By: Whatsyourpleasure The party is finally over, all the people have left our house, leaving behind a huge mess to clean up. What we were thinking about when we said yes to having a ice cream sunday party for your nephew's birthday I'll never know. Our dinning room table is covered with dirty empty bowls and spoons, the assortment of toppings for the ice cream seem over whelming. Spatterings of sprinkles, chocolate syrup, cherries, whipped cream and pools of melted vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream cover the table. I can only shake my head in dismay at the havoc a group of 10 year old boys can cause. With a deep sigh I begin the Lengthy task of picking up. Returning from the kitchen after having deposited the dirty dishes in the sink, I hear you come back inside from bidding our guests farewell. Looking at the table, my hands on my hips, I try to decided what to tackle next, when I feel your hands wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against you. I reach my arm up behind me and softly caress the side of your face as you nuzzle into my neck inhaling my scent. Feeling your warm breath against my cheek makes me shiver as you whisper into my ear, "You really are a gem for putting up with all that." We begin to sway slowly on the spot, our hips moving side to side, my soft tight ass rubbing against your groin. "Yeah, well you owe me now mister, and don't you go forgetting it." Your hand slides up my body, cupping my right breast in your big strong hand, giving it a gently squeeze. The tip of your tongue laps its way up and down the edge of my ear before stopping to suckle on the lobe making my knees go weak. "Don't worry sweetie" I hear your husky voice say into my ear, "I won't forget it any time soon." Turning in your arms, I pull your face close to mine and start to kiss you deeply, my tongue licking your lips till they part, allowing me to slip in and explore your mouth. Your hands rub up and down my back, each time going down a bit lower till you are squeezing and kneading my soft ass. Grabbing your hips, I yank you against me and start to grind against you and the growing bulge of your hardness. Your fingers find the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me while my hands frantically try to unbutton yours, finally giving up and ripping it open, causing buttons to fly in every direction. I slide my hands up and down your naked chest, searching for your nipples till I find them with my finger tips and begin pulling and rolling them. Leaning your head down, your mouth begins to suck at my fabric covered nipples, making a damp circle with your tongue. Unhooking my bra, I let it slide down my arms to the floor, the chill of the air against my saliva dampened nipples make them hard instantly. Reaching behind me, I grab the jar of cherries off the table. Plucking one out, I balance it on my nipple, the juice dripping all over, inviting you to nibble it off. Not needing asking twice, your mouth wraps around the cherry and my tit, taking your sweet time nibbling and lapping at it, making me quiver in delight. I feel the button and zipper of my jeans being slowly undone, your hands pushing down while your mouth feasts. Using my feet, I kick the wadded jeans away and stand before you naked. Wrapping your hands around my waist, you lift me up and sit me on the edge of the table, spreading my thighs so you can see my soft wetness. Dipping your fingers into a puddle of melted strawberry ice cream, you make lines and circles all over my body, quickly licking them up with your tongue, giving me goose bumps. Leaning past me you grab a can of whipped cream and give it to me to shake up while you remove your pants. I shake the can hard, making my tits jiggle in the process, handing it back to you once the remainder of your cloths have joined pile. You start at the top of my wet softness, making a smile pile of whipped cream, licking it off with your tongue, making sure you flick the tip of my clit. Teasingly you make a long line, going down the length of my sweet slit, making sure you completely cover all my soft wetness with the sticky cream. Discarding the can you quickly bury your face between my thighs, you lips sucking and nibbling on my puffy lips, dipping the tip of your tongue into my sopping hole. My body starts to shake as your fingers start to twiddle my swollen clit, your tongue becoming hard to poke in and out of my wetness. Eagerly you lap the mixture of my juice and the cream, moaning against my pussy as you drink every drop of my essence. You move your lips back to my clit, wrapping your mouth around it, sucking on it hard, sliding your fingers into my slick wetness, thrusting them in and out. I start to buck my hips against your face, pressing the back of your head against me as my climax builds. With one final flick of your tongue and thrust of your fingers, my body quivers and I cum hard against your mouth, I feel you sucking at my wetness, making sure not to miss a drop of my sweet cream. You bring our mouth to mine and I kiss you deeply, my tongue lapping at the corners and your chin, tasting my sweet juice and cream mixed together. With a quick thrust of your hips, you drive your throbbing cock deep into my quivering wetness, I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you close. My lips suck on the skin of your neck, tasting a mix of sweet ice cream and your salty sweat. Your moans become deep as you let your cock pull out of my dripping wetness till only the tip is left, then drive it back in as hard as you can, making me cry out. I want more, pushing you away, sliding off the table I drop to my knees and take you into my mouth. Your hard cock throbs against my tongue, the taste of my sweet pussy juice and cream make me moan in delight. I lick and lap at the hardness of your shaft, feeling the veins pulse against it, letting it slide deeper till the head touches the back of my throat. You thrust your hips, making me gag a little, but I don't let go, only suck harder. Your fingers in my hair patting and stroking my head encourage me suck harder, trying to pull every drop of cum from your balls. With a deep moan you pull me up from between your legs, I'm reluctant to let your cock go, sucking and squeezing hard with my lips. You turn me around and have my bend over, holding myself up against the table. Grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup you start to drizzle it all over my soft tight ass, sending a shiver up my spine. When you think you've covered my ass enough you start to tease the bud of my ass hole with the tip of your cock. Rubbing it up and down the crack of my ass, covering it with the stick syrup till your satisfied its coated and that you've worked me up into a frenzy of need. Holding my hips, steadying my wiggle ass, you plunge deep into my soft tightness, feeling the muscles squeeze hard around you. With quick sure thrusts you start to fuck my tight ass hard and fast, making me scream every time you slide in. I start bucking against you, slamming back, driving you deeper into me. Your breathing becomes fast and hard, your hips ramming over and over into my chocolate covered ass, my hand slipping between my thighs to rub my throbbing clit. Our bodies shake and quiver together, as with one final hard thrust, you start to shoot your thick ropes of cum deep into my tight ass. The feeling of you filling me sends me over the edge, making my body tremble uncontrollably in your arms. Our wobbly legs will no longer support us so we sink to the floor, you cock still in my ass, the muscles milking your cock, making sure every last bit of your cum is in me. You softly kiss and nuzzle the nape of my neck as our bodies slowly calm down. With a soft plop you fall out of me, shifting, I turn and rest my head on your shoulder, you cock landing on my sticky thigh. We kiss each other softly, and decided that clean up can wait till the morning as we drift off to sleep in each others arms. Sunday's Letter Hello My Dear Sweet Friend, Did you enjoy yesterday’s letter? Have I moved up a few places, maybe all the way to number eleven? Why is it you get angry with me when I tell you about the waitresses at the restaurant, what I am thinking about? I tell you I want to fuck them when I do not really want to. It is just a way for me to tell you it is really you I want. Then you tell me you do not calculate me when you think of the men in your life. You have fifteen perspective suitors and I am not among them. What must I do? I write all these erotic letters to you, do any of the other men in your life write such letters to you? Have any of them ever told you in such explicit terms how you could have their ass for your pleasure? I hope not, I want to be the only one. Maybe it is your way of getting back at me for telling you of my lust for the waitresses. Are you playing with my mind? It is a quiet day here, Sundays always are. I took the dog for a walk down main street and down toward the interstate. Main street is only six blocks long. It always amazes me how everything is closed here on Sundays. It is like they wrap up the whole town on Saturday at 10:00 PM and don’t unwrap it until 8:00 AM Monday. All the restaurants are closed on main street, all the shops, not that there is that many, but you know what I mean. It looks like it might rain again. It was raining last night before I went to Bruno’s. Stopped for a beer and an enchilada. An enchilada is a tortilla shell filled with meat, vegetables and cheese, and then covered with more cheese and baked in an oven. I had chicken this time for the meat. They serve it with Spanish rice and refried beans. I know you do not know what these are and I am not sure how else to describe them. I can assure you it was quite delicious. I think eating Mexican food is very erotic. The best way to eat it is with your fingers, though eating an enchilada requires a fork. Don’t you think eating with your fingers is kind of sexy? I do. That way you get to feel the texture of the food before you eat it, like feeling your body before I eat you. I would never dream of just eating you without feeling you with my hands and mouth and tongue first. We should do the same thing with our food. Savor the texture and taste the same way I will savor you when we make love for the first time. Sure wish I could call you today. I really was looking forward to talking with you. Too bad you are on your shopping trip. Kind of wanted to see if I could make you cum again on the phone. I liked that. Knowing you are there masturbating while listening to my words is such an incredible turn on. I get amazingly hard. I love to make you cum. I like the idea of my letters giving you so much pleasure that you want to masturbate when you read them. You do that to me you know. Make me want to masturbate over your words. I often do. I will be reading your letter and become so hard I will have to cum. It is the same when I write to you. I get hard describing what I am going to do to you and have to cum so I can free up my hand to finish typing my letter. It is hard to type with one hand you know. After yesterday’s letter I was so turned on, I could feel you filling my ass with your dildo. Would you like to do this to me? I know I would like it. The thought of giving my virgin ass to you is so exciting. It is making me hard right now. This morning when I woke up I was still thinking about you taking me this way and I could almost feel your dildo still in my ass. I imagined it still there as we were kissing. I could almost taste you in my mouth and smell my ass on your lips. I know you have just cum but now it is my turn to give you pleasure. I lick the inside of your mouth with my tongue hoping for a taste of myself mixed with you. I love to eat you. I love the taste of you in my mouth. I like it when you cum in my mouth. I love everything about you. I am going to lick my way down your neck, taking the time to taste you. I like the feel of you on my tongue, to take long wet strokes. I have a mission though and I must pursue it. I continue to kiss down your neck, pausing at the hollow place right above your chest. There is something about this spot I find very enticing. I spend a few moments licking you there, enjoying the feel. Kissing further down I discover your breasts waiting for me. I lick around them and over them, working my way up to your nipples. Alternating from one to the other, enjoying both, ignoring neither. I circle your hard nipple with my tongue, flicking it gently, arousing you. “I like that.” “So do I.” Your nipples are hard against my lips and I bite then softly pulling on them with my teeth. Abandoning this pleasure I begin to ease farther down you exploring your stomach, your navel. You giggle. “That tickles.” So I linger there teasing you making you laugh. I love it when you laugh. Laughing during sex is important. It means we are having fun. Isn’t that what it is all about? Having fun? I wet my lips and drag them from your belly button down to your pubic hair. Then I place my hands on your thighs and gently spread them apart so I can see you. This is the first time I have touched you with my hands, everything so far has been only with my mouth and tongue. As I spread your legs, you smile and ruffle my hair. I pause to smell you, inhaling deeply the scent of your pussy. I can still smell your cum. I like this smell and breathe it into my nose letting the sensation fill my mind with what we have just experienced. Your pussy is still very wet and open from my having so recently eaten you. I can taste your cum and I lick you and tease your still swollen clit. I love to eat you, you know. How do I know this? I have never even met you. Yet from our exchange of letters I have come to create the pleasure of this in my mind. I know the first taste of you will be like being in heaven. I have never been there either, but I can imagine. I want to linger in the wetness of your pussy, but I have other ideas, another pleasure I wish to give to you. I roll your legs back as if I am going to enter you in a missionary position, but this is only to better access my real desire. That’s right, you guessed it, I want your ass. I let my tongue trail down from the bottom of your pussy to your soft little brown hole. But before I begin to explore this beautiful tight little virgin hole, I again inhale deeply. The smell is different from your pussy. Another whole unique aroma. I savor it. I let my nostrils fill with you. I wallow in the pleasure of your smell. I want to just keep inhaling you, but can no longer resist touching your hole with my tongue. I lick it softly, tenderly. I want to prepare it for your pleasure. I want you to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed your ministrations to my ass. I swirl my tongue around your ass wetting it with my saliva. I place my mouth over your hole and force my breath into it trying to open it for my tongue. You moan and spread your legs further, inviting me in. I run my finger up into your pussy and wet it, then rub it on your ass. I like to lick your cum off of your ass. It is a whole mix of tastes, a cornucopia of pleasure. Two entirely different tastes at the same time. I could feast here all night and never grow tired of the taste, the texture, the smell. I lick a little harder pushing my tongue inside your hole. It is tight and I must push, but I soon gain entrance and begin to fuck your ass with my tongue. I run it in and out slowly at first letting you adjust to the feel. I reach up and caress your clit with my thumb and then push it into your pussy soaking it with your cum. I take my thumb and ease it up into your ass, replacing my tongue and let you feel another new sensation. Your ass wants to tense, but you will it to open letting my thumb go completely inside you. I wiggle it around, moving it in and out, all the time continuing to lick you. “That feels so good. Can you put your tongue and thumb in there at the same time?” I like it when you talk to me during sex, telling me what you like. I know you know your body better than anyone and know exactly what gives you pleasure. You have told me in your letters what turns you on, what makes you cum. This is what I want, to hear you tell me what to do, how to give you pleasure. My cock is throbbing. My body is on fire. I cannot get enough of you. I run my thumb in and out tonguing you, preparing your ass for another part of me. I would do this all night if you wanted, but I think it is my cock that you really want up there. I continue to lick fuck you with my tongue and thumb until I hear you groan. “I am so hot. I want you. Stick your cock in me.” That is all the incentive I need. I quickly slide up and offer my cock to you so you can suck me lubricating it with your saliva. You suck on me with a lust I have never seen before, enjoying the pleasure of it in your mouth but really wanting to feel it in your ass. “Roll over on your stomach and lift your ass up where I can see it.” You roll over pushing your ass into the air opening it wide for me. I reach for the lubricant you used on me earlier and squirt some all over your hole. It is already open wider than I have ever seen it, made that way by my tongue and thumb, staying open in anticipation of my cock. I caress your hole with the fluid pushing it up inside of you, making your ass slippery so I will not hurt you when I enter you. I would not like it if I hurt you, this is for your pleasure and I want you to have nothing but pleasure. I slide down the bed and stand at the foot. “Slide down here so I can get inside of you.” While you are doing this I coat my cock with the warm liquid from the tube. It is all I can do not to cum as I rub it on my cock. “Are you ready?” “Yes, please I cannot wait much longer or I am going to cum just from thinking about it.” I take your hips in my hands, and pull you back. I place the head of my cock at your entrance and push slowly increasing the pressure until my head pops in. I stop there letting you adjust to the feeling, the sensation. You have never had a cock in your ass before and I do not want to rush it. Besides going slow will increase the pleasure for both of us. As I feel you relaxing around my head I push another inch up inside you, again stopping to allow you to adjust and to enjoy it. You are moaning from the feel of my cock inside of you, penetrating your ass. It is a new feeling for you and I can tell you like it. The pleasure is incredible for me too. I again push against you letting another inch or two slip up inside of you. “I want it all.” I pull out stopping before the head of my cock comes out and then slide in and out of you a few times making sure you are well lubricated and ready for all of me. You lean forward and moan, “Ram your cock deep inside of me.” Your voice is raspy and filled with lust and I pull almost all the way out. As I begin to slowly shove back inside you, you drive your ass back hard and fast and completely bury my cock up your ass, startling me. “Oh, fuck. It feels so good. Fuck my ass.” I begin to drive me cock into you as you push back against me. Our bodies are in rhythm. I hold onto your hips so I will never come completely out and am amazed at the power of your desire. It is like you cannot live without the pleasure you are feeling. Your body craving the feeling, the pleasure, you rock back and forth driving me as deep inside of you as I can go. As we begin to coordinate our movements and I know exactly what you are going to do, I reach around and begin to rub your clit with my fingers. Your moan is from deep in your throat almost as if it originated in your ass and worked its way out of your mouth. Your hips are almost flying now, like a machine, pumping on my cock. “I am going to cum. Oh, fuck.” It is as if our minds are connected as we both explode at the same time. You crush your face into the bed, but just keep pumping, lost in the feeling. I can feel your hot cum running over my hand and dripping down onto the sheets as my cum shoots in your ass. I have never felt anything like this before. The power of this feeling is concentrated in your ass, in my cock, in your pussy and consumes our bodies, our minds. There is nothing we can think of but our lust for each other. Nothing we would possibly want to think about but this extraordinary feeling overtaking us. I want it to never end. Your knees give out and you clench your ass on my cock pulling me down on top of you. I can feel your heart racing all the way through your back and am afraid for you. I think I hear you crying and I am afraid I have hurt you. “Are you OK?” “Oh, god yes. That was so incredible.” “Do you want me to get off of you?” “No! God, no. Just stay there.” I lay on you, my cock still imbedded in your ass and listen to you breathe. I kiss your neck, you turn your head searching for my lips. You reach back and pull my arms under you placing them on your breasts. Your nipples are hard against my hands, and I caress them between my fingers. You moan with pleasure and I am filled with the pleasure of pleasuring you. I kiss you tenderly, softly feeling you beneath me and I know the pleasure has only begun. I love to write to you, it really turns me on. It is like I have spent the whole afternoon making love with you. What could possibly be a better way to spend my Sunday than thinking about giving you pleasure? Writing to you about the pleasure I wish to give you. Have I ever told you how incredible you are? How much I desire you? How much you arouse me? How happy I am that we are friends? What a pleasure it gives me to tell you of my passion, my lust for you? I cannot imagine my life without you. I long to meet you. I want you. Sunday's Passion From his vantage point in the booth, he could see she was going to have an easy time with this one. The fact they were even inside was a miracle in itself. "Which altar would you prefer... his?" She unbuttoned her dress, exposing the flesh underneath, "or mine?" The young priest's hands went to his mouth, stifling a gasp. In the booth, a zipper came down. "Are.. are you crazy? This is a church, for Chri – I mean, this is the hous –" "—of God. I know, I know. He doesn't have many bedrooms does he. We're just going to have to do it right here by the pulpit." She laid her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. "My flesh is your flesh," she said, pushing him down. "Now, eat." The priest looked up at her, on his knees as if in prayer before an angel. Tears welled in his eyes behind his glasses. In the booth, the watcher thought of Christ in the garden of Gethsemane praying furiously to let that cup pass him by. The irony wasn't lost on him as he slowly began jerking himself off. She cupped his chin. "Eat." And then she pushed his sandy blonde head onto her cunt. Any prayer he may have offered was lost between her lips, his tongue snaking into her to taste her fruits. In the booth, the watcher stroked his cock a little faster, the spectacle unfolding before him beyond anything he could have predicted. Her head was thrown back now. Her long black hair swaying with the priest's hungry lappings. "Been a... long... time... hasn't it?" He gripped her hips in response, burying his face into her, his nose, his lips, the stubble of his well-groomed beard tickling and bucking against her. It was all she could do to stand. "Fuck... Jesus... FUCK!" She gripped his head, pulling his hair, pushing him away. "You despicable shit. It's not your station to make me cum. I can do that without you. This is about you. I'm going to show you Heaven. Lie down." Like a well-trained dog, he did just that. She descended upon his crotch with the fury of a demon, tearing his pants down to expose his modestly sized cock, engorged with morning sin. "You can look, but don't touch. Hands behind your head, asshole." Again, he displayed cultured servility, as if she spoke the words of God himself. She traced her fingertips along his shaft.. up and down, slowly. She licked a finger and traced around the head of his cock, leaving it wet. It throbbed on her palm. She unbuttoned the rest of her dress and let if fall to the floor, her pert breasts bobbing slightly as she straddled his chest. "How long's it been, little priest?" "S-s-se-eminary." "She reached behind herself and pushed his cock petween her ass cheeks, her hand forming an enclosure. She slid up and down slowly. "You were popular with the nuns. I can tell. You give head like you've been taught." He nodded. "Sprung." She smiled as she rocked a little harder. She felt the head of his cock against the small of her back. "You want to fuck me don't you? I've seen you watching me. Say it." "I.. I want –" "To. Fuck. Me." "I want.. to.. fu-.." His lips quivered," FUCK you. I want to... FUCK you." "Well, we'll see about that." She lowered herself down his body, taking his cock between her tits. She pressed them together and began fucking him with those twin peaks of desire. "Oh... GOD!" In the booth, the watcher was close to coming. He loved seeing her titty fuck. He loved watching her back arch as she rubbed back and forth. He loved watching her prey's eyes roll back, their mouth open, sometimes drool running down their cheeks. Most of all, he loved her. Her eyes. Her complete and utter control. Even now, it wasn't his hand bringing himself to climax. It was her. Her will through his hands. When he sprayed the booth door with his seed, it was her lips at his, her fingers in his cum. Her fingers in his mouth. Not long for the priest now either. Soon it would be his turn. He zipped up and took the rope and handcuffs from the handbag near his feet. "You know you'll have to confess this." Her only reply was a whimper as her mouth closed about his cock. She engulfed it, licking it into her mouth. Her fingers juggled his balls, gently kneading and pulling. Her free hand reached between her own legs to rub at the tender moistness there. She wanted another cock inside her right there and then and the thought sent a wave of heat between her legs. As if in answer to prayer, he appeared, standing behind the priest's head. The priest, oblivious, lost in the lustful garden of her mouth, only noticed something amiss when the handcuffs snapped about his wrist. "Hey!" Another snap. "Shut up. Nobody fucks my wife. Nobody comes unto her except through me. To paraphrase." The priest could barely utter another cry as the gag was forced into his mouth by nimble, strong hands. "Do his feet, baby." He tossed the rope to her. "He was almost ready to come," she pouted. "I know, babydoll. And he will. But you first." She smiled as she tightened the rope around the priest's ankles. His eyes were wide, his glasses slightly askew on his nose. His robes were a crumpled mess, feathered out around him like broken wings. "This is how my wife likes to be fucked," said the watcher, no longer watching. She unzipped his pants, drawing them down and off. His cock bulged behind his shorts, newly awakened by her hands down there. They kissed, deeply, his hands enfolding her in a hungry embrace. She stroked him up and down, pleading with her eyes. "Yes." He took her hands, bending her over against a pew. His shorts came down and his member sprang free, disappearing into her wet cunt. She groaned in ecstasy as he took her like this, his hands on her sides pulling her onto him with each thrust. His balls slapped into her cunt as he straddled, fucking her like an animal. The priest's own hard-on waved in the air as he struggled against his bonds. "What.. about... him?" she moaned. "I.. want.. his cock.. in my.. mouth.." Obliging, he withdrew and picked her up. He lowered her back over the priest, reverse this time so he could enter her above the priest's head. "Get a good look, priest. This is Heaven." She parted her legs above the priest's face as she slid her mouth down his shaft once more. Her husband resumed fucking her, feverishly, relishing the audience. She was filled, her mouth and her cunt, filled with desire and passion. It wasn't long before he felt her contracting against his cock, the orgasm welling within and through her like the holy ghost at Pentacost. He continued to pump, feeling her spasm, the sudden tightness gripping his cock. He gasped as his load blasted into her, welling up from behind his balls, shooting along his shaft and exploding inside her, anointing the walls of her cunt, his semen hot with divine blessing. He pulled out, dripping some stray cum onto the priest's glasses. "Let's finish him together." He joined her at his cock, working his tongue up and down the priest's shaft as she teased his cockhead inside her mouth. They alternated, and it wasn't long before his hips began bucking with the impending force of the release that was to come. "Oh, anoint me with fresh oil, little priest!" She squealed as the first spurt shot from his cock onto her lips. Another, this time shooting up his stomach, leaving a white trail along his body. And another, jerk and spurt, shooting up over his shoulder. He muffled a groan behind his gag before closing his eyes in post-orgasmic bliss. His legs shuddered. "Well, looks like that was a load off," he said, "I trust you'll no longer look at my wife with lust in your heart from this juncture onward." "Especially once your congregation arrives." The reality of where the priest was slammed into him like a battering ram. His erection melted away as he realized he was bound on the pulpit of his church, his cum cooling on his body. His face reddened. She hurried back from the confessional booth, buttoning her dress. She reached into her handbag and withdrew a key. She handed it to her husband, clothed again in his Sunday's best. "Use the spirit as your guide," he said, tossing the key casually over his shoulder into the pews behind. "Maybe one of your altar boys will find it and be kind enough to remove your restraints. Or maybe not. I'm sure this morning's sermon will be interesting, but we can't stick around, darling." "That's right. Busy day today." "God bless, little priest." They turned and walked down the center of the church. The sun cast golden and red shades through the stained glass of virgins and disciples kneeling. The passion of Christ played out in shards of colour and light. The priest's muffled sobs echoed around the emptiness. As they walked along the path he noticed something glimmering on her cheek. An old lady hurried by, eager to wash away the sins of her week. The gossip. The backbiting. He touched her cheek and collected the priest's semen on his finger. She grinned demurely as he inserted it in her mouth. "Well! I never!" exclaimed another purpled haired woman, "It's just not decent! And on a Sunday!" "Nothing's decent on a Sunday," he shot back, "Especially us." They kissed there and then, as a shrill scream broke the heavy silence. End.