She had called him earlier that morning and outlined her plan to get them off church grounds more often.There was a strong breeze sailing through the ...rees and walkways that surrounded St. Michael's. It made the walk almost pleasant despite the hot summer conditions. As they passed before the church, Mother Superior could be seen in the distance walking toward them. Francis and Jessica both stopped and waited for her at the large water fountain that rested between the dual stairs leading up to. She kept threatening to tent my skirts. All the admiration was getting to me and suddenly, in an amazing moment of clarity, I realized that I had options. Phil could have been one of thousands of potential admirers for me. Millions even. I began to think of Phil as the lucky one. More so than me. A good way for a girl to think, if she wants to make it through her life in one piece.Still, Phil was the one paying for dinner and the one who would be cumming buckets into my aching pooper in an hour. With his cock deep in my throat, he shot some straight down my throat, but he was cumming faster than I could swallow. When he would pull his cock from my mouth, he would shot a spurt onto the side of my cheeks.I used his own cum as a lubricant on my own cock, as I quickly wiped some from my face and went back to jacking myself off. He was now making quieter moans and grunts as he ground his now semi-erect cock into my face. I licked his cock clean and buried my face into his pubic hairs and. She couldn't describe it really but she was burning with the desire of having a male's sexual attentions -- Tom's, her husband's, any males and she wasn't getting any attention at all. She was desperate to change that."Hi, Will, how's my boy this afternoon?" Sandy asked as she got her son to settle beside her there on the couch where she was sitting when he walked in."I'm OK, Mom," Will said as he looked into his mom's eyes and could see that she'd been crying."Mom, why are you sad so much.