The old wood bit into her knees, but she kept still, watching the now-abandoned altar, until silence as heavy and insidious as the heat crept over the...sanctuary.She rose. Rubbed the grooves from her skinny knees. She walked to where the red and white candles flickered on a sideboard, each flame a soul, or a sin. Their tiny fires could not compete with the incense-ravaged air hanging motionless around her.To the right of the altar was a portrait of the Madonna nursing her child. She stared at. Finally, you feel his upper legs against your own. He's in all the way. You feel soviolated and abused and ashamed, as if this were all your fault.He fucks you. His cock hardens even more because you are so tight around him. He pushesyour knees even higher, spreading your opening even wider than it already was. He wants tobe as deeply inside you as he can.He begins a rhythmic pumping. You feel your breasts jiggle back and forth to his motions.You strain with all your might to push him away. You. I came to know from the inner circle that Rahul was a Casanova, and had a few women in his life and this information gave me the courage.Rahul’s glances at me really emboldened me and i had made up my mind. I started texting him a few jokes to which he used to respond with great respect and further impressed me. Soon enough, we were exchanging jokes and started chatting too. He’s really nice and very well mannered. Soon enough when i felt he was responding well, i mentioned to him that i like. “It`s delicious. A little salty, but not at all unpleasant. And as for him being just a boy. How many women have you fucked now Jason?”Jason shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe fifty, a hundred. I dunno.”Lavinia stood hands on hips. “Ok Jason. How many times have you fucked me.”“Twenty or more.” Said Jason grinning.“See Grace. Not such a boy. He`ll fuck you too if you`ll let him. Imagine it Grace.” Whispered Lavinia close to her ear. “That big thick cock Plunging deep into your longing cunt. Driving you.