“Does that feel good?”I sighed. “Oh yeah. But, why are you doing that?”Sara cocked her head. “You don’t like it?””No, I love it.””...hen just let it happen.”Those were the best words I’d ever heard in my life. For the next few minutes, I had my first handjob. Sara was an expert in the manipulation of male genitals. She fondled and rubbed and caressed, I thought I would cum immediately. She lovingly jacked me off, while I relaxed on the bed. Finally, I came in her hands, and it was the most. The church wasn't stupid. The church was God's way of reminding man what was actually important in life. It was exactly moments like this that were the reason the church existed. Angela could see she said something wrong and she ran forward and put her arms around him and cried. “No...I'm sorry...no, please.” Angela begged. Father Paul pulled her arms away from him and pushed her back. She wept. Long hard weeping that shook her entire body. He felt cold inside. Colder than he had ever felt. He. One of his hands finds hers, pulling them up over her head, and those too get pushed against the wall. He continues kissing her, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck while his free hand gently squeezes her nipple through her shirt and bra. She stifles a moan from the contact of his lips or hands; he isn't sure. He kisses her neck again, loving the little shudder that runs through her body. "Are you ready for me, nice and wet yet? Do not move your hands."He unbuttons her shirt and pulls. I kissed her back on the forehead, then on her lovely eyes, on her cheeks and then I paused looked in her eyes and kissed her lips. At first she resisted but soon we started smooching each other like long lost lovers. Amazing feeling guys. Then I started moving my hands all over her body exploring everything. I slid my hand inside her kameez and ran my finger on her waistline and pinched her hips. She let out a soft moan. I then started moving upwards towards my main attraction.When I almost.