She slides off her shirt showing off her sexy white bra. She lays down pulling me with her as we begin to make out again. I slowly slide my hand down ...o the waistband of her shorts and sensing no objection i slide my hand under her shorts and underwear and begin to rub her pussy making her tense up slightly. She moans as I continue to rub her quivering pussy while she slides off her bra revealing the most perfect set of tits ever. They were perfectly round and very jiggly yet firm and held. I felt my pussy aching to be filled and I found the sudden desire to have the woman clip some of those pins to my labia, even my sensitive clitoris, to be an almost intoxicating thought. But this was to be strictly breast torture, I understood, because they ignored every other part of me except when the hostess wished to give me another orgasm with her fingers.With my breasts whipped, bound, and finally clamped as they were, it came time for the climax of our little scene The hostess. Where to I didn't know until I saw the man suddenly stop in mid-motion with a psalm book halfway into the book holder attached to the back of the pew. He looked frantically around as though to see who was there with him, and his mouth fell open when he saw there was not another soul in the church.I sneaked over to where he stood and looked at him. I was just in time to hear a zipper being drawn down and saw some commotion inside the man's pants. Suddenly, his cock sprang into view, then hung. That's when It hit me she's adopted and my balls are bluer than the tiny tank top she had on. So I decided a peak couldn't hurt.So I got up and snuck over to the hallway. I waited by the door until I heard her turn on the water then slowly turned the door handle and creaked open the door. Her family was loaded with cash the bathroom looked closer to a roman bathhouse that a bathroom. As I look over there she was not a pane of glass between us. She just stood there under the shower head. The hot.