We were walking deep inside the forest. As we both were walking alone, my cock started growing.As we had just returned from the swimming pool, I didn�...��t were any shorts. She too noticed the tent in my pant. I slowly rubbed my cock on her ass. She didn’t show any reaction. She neither stopped me nor enjoyed me. I didn’t proceed any further on that day. That day was over I wished I would get another chance like that. After a few weeks I got an opportunity to sit near her in the car. I slowly. That cock, though, looks like it wants to come out and play. I just want you to lay back and enjoy the view," she said.Then she started to take her own stuff off. The jacket was thrown over the chair and the skirt just slid to the floor, where she deftly kicked it over to the jacket. Underneath were just the stockings and heels. Diane was not wearing a bra and, as I'd already discovered, no panties. My cock was making a tent out of my boxers. She was starting to take the suspenders and. . "No-o--" I heard myself stutter when I felt the tip of her tongue touch my clit, replacing her thumb. Her response to my word was only to thrust a little roughly, the strength of her arm almost lifting me higher onto my toes. But between the fast little flickers of her tongue and the sudden deep thrusts of her fingers, I could feel an orgasm building, quicker than I could have imagined even under the best of circumstances. 'No! There's no way I'm going to cum for her!' I felt my mind. There was the travel we had always talked about and I really wanted to volunteer at our local hospital ... yes sir this was going to be the good life for sure.I pulled into our driveway at three o'clock in the afternoon and noticed that our pastor, Reverend Jack St. James, was visiting Sarah as his car was parked in front of our garage. Now that wasn't anything new, I knew that he often visited Sarah while they worked on a variety of church projects and fundraisers. Sarah and I went to services.