She told me to just leave my bike whereit was.I followed her, the minister’s housekeeper as it turned out, through thesmall chapel, my bike shoe cle...ats echoing in the empty stone room, andout the back to the adjoining rectory. The small quarters were neat, ifa little on the small side. I slipped off my shoes and she led me to thebathroom. In a no-nonsense but cheerful voice she told me to strip offand hop in the shower while she dried my clothes.Shivering with cold, I agreed readily enough. I. "Then I can do it?" asked Jeff."I don't know. I'm not exactly happy about the idea of a bunch of teenage girls alone in the house with you." Is that what you're worried about?" asked Allison. "I suppose it does seem a little inappropriate."This didn't sound good. He had known that his dad would have some hesitation, but he figured Allison would probably be on his side, and might help to convince Dad. Unfortunately, it sounded like it wasn't going to happen after all."On the other hand," Allison. It was embarrassing, but so funny at the same time. We walked the rest of the way around the turnaround point and I couldn't walk straight because I was still all super sensitive and the stairs were making the seam rub and press right over my clit. I got another 3 steps maybe and had to stop, it was ticklish it was so sensitive, and because I could feel the start of another orgasm. They asked why I stopped and I said I have to stop I'm going to cum again. Of course they thought it was the. ..barely. She walked bare foot, her toe nails matched her red lips and fingernails. I waited somewhat patiently, until I decided to say something witty..."Would you like me to talk to your friend?"Kimberly froze, her mouth opened wide, a shocked look on her face...as if I caught her doing something bad. She quickly recovered her composure and stating in a smart assy tone, "sure!" She handed me the phone and I began conversing with her friend. I answered a barrage of quick questions and seemed.