While only one year his senior, they couldn’t have been more different if they’d come from different families. While she was athletic and sporty, ...dark haired and dark eyed, an accomplished distance track runner, he was a slender reed of a boy, fair of hair and blue eyed, intelligent, but in his eyes he saw himself as being uncomfortably feminine. “Uhh.. I guess you’re right. Thanks?..”She smirked and raised up her hands, in one hand she held what looked to be a bottle and a pack of soda, in the. She dominated his thoughts like a drug he had to have another hit of, and another, and another. The first time he’d seen her, she was arm candy of a movie director at a fancy party in LA. He heard her laugh first, or so the narrative he spun for himself began. Her laugh was so full of life and light, he quickly turned to see who could be making this beautiful, musical laughter and their eyes met. Fireworks, fireworks as their eyes met, or so Pierre liked to recall. He’d never seen eyes quite so. He stopped and bite on he right nipple.“Ahhhhmm” she moaned again..I looked around. All others are jerking their tools…Me too took my tool out side and began to stroke.“Lay on that bench” Vishnu ordered pointing to a bench in the garden. All of them stopped their actions and allowed her to go. She went and lay on the bench. Her back rested on the bench and legs are hanging out.That position allowed her pussy to wide open. Vishnu lowered his jeans and approached her… He licked on her pussy. The priest was so lost in his own little world of bad hearing, sour stomach and aching knees to the extent that he only listened with one ear and gave her a modest penance that inconvenienced her for only a few moments on her knees on the hard wooden pew.She felt it was not enough to compensate for her guilty heated pleasure thinking about the handsome, long-haired knight fully in control of her slightest movement and only inches from her face and eager lips. She remembered with some degree of.