It may have been accidental but as I was ushered into the church, I could feel her hand touching my bare upper thigh pushing me into the church which ...riggered a degree of arousal within me.Now in the main section of the church with lovingly restored seating for the congregation, Parson Rachel pointed out to me many of its fascinating and engaging features which included a sizeable confession box. I interrupted Parson Rachel to ask if that was not strange as this was not a Catholic Diocese, at. Then she smiled.“Yes, I do.” She kissed me. “He likes the village, he says, and I believe him.”“Don’t you think the gods would be pleased to see the two of you together again?”“Yes.” She fed me a breast and I happily gave her nipple a suck. “But they are pleased with us as well.”“Invite him, will you?”She laughed.“You want another threesome, right?”“You vixen. Tell me you don’t.”At that she stretched against me.“Michael, you know how much I enjoyed our night together.”I thought I heard a low. As every south Indian parent he had the fear of letting her daughter go on trip with a stranger. Her dad wanted to meet me personally to feel assured. Her dad wanted to meet me personally to feel assured. I meet him and my angel the next day in my office.We had a chat for about half an hour and I gave him the entire itinerary for our tour and he was at last relieved a bit. It was the first time my darling gave me the most wonderful smile I had ever seen. All set for our journey on a beautiful. I gathered the stocking in my hand and giggled asI brought my foot up and saw my red toenails. Admiring the way theylooked through the material, I slowly pulled the sheer stocking up mysmooth leg. I savored every second of it and even closed my eyes toappreciate it more fully. I did the same with my other leg and almostmoaned with pleasure. I absolutely loved the feel of stockings andloved how they made me feel even more. I felt sexy and pretty in them,so very feminine. Crossing my legs, I.