" He said pointing towards the house, using the hand holding the beer. "I've seen you and Frank's girl down there many times," again pointing with the... hand holding the beer and in the direction of the pond.I wanted to change the subject quick so I said, "Nat, I took your advice and got me an equalizer for the bully at school, which you already know. He is still a bully, still bullying some of my friends, and now there is another group putting, or will as soon as school picks back up, start. Feeling reasonablysure if she could but talk to Monsignor McClarthy, she could prevail upon himto pull a few strings and get her into one of the several halfway houses thatthe archdiocese funded and oversaw. Though she hated to part with the money, Karen flagged a cab down and had thedriver run her across town to St. Steven's. God, it seemed, was looking outfor her. Without saying anything to Monsignor McClarthy about her being theformer Father Daniel Patrick Parker, Karen told her old friend. The only thing that separated her hand and my dick was the thin underwear that I was wearing.She was gently squeezing my cock with one hand and laying with my nipples using the other. Then again, her mouth never left my nipple. She was giving me a 3D pleasure and I was groaning and twitching under her. I don’t usually let her take control like that. But I really loved what she was doing.I didn’t know what to do. All I did was push her head even more close to my nipples. I asked her to bite it. I had made myself orgasm just by playing with my sensitive nipples. I bit my lower lip, smiling as his thumbs circled my areolas.I closed my eyes and heard myself hiss when he lowered his mouth to my breasts and took one erect nipple between his lips. “Feels good, huh?” he asked after he popped my wet nipple from his mouth.“Oh, yes…do the other one,” I replied and turned my other breast toward him.The way his mouth devoured my tits felt like he was sucking honey from my teats, causing delicious.