.she didn’t care as it would just be a few minutes of her nakedness in the private setting. Perfect for the shot! aiming upward, framing it through... the eyepiece.. .but... She hadn't noticed that struggling and moving the solid pulpit’s base across the floor had shaken the cross which had been insecurely affixed by the morning crew. She positioned for the shot not noticing that, yes, the living Christ on the cross was about to come dramatically alive as if the devil objected to the. I replied with ''I think I do too''. we stopped for a moment for a cigarette, my heart pounding at this time, he stepped closer and kissed me, I've never kissed another boy before so this was strange, at first I was hesitant, but then moved in, his lips pressed against mine our tongue intertwining, it felt.. good.he then proceeded to reach into my bottoms and grabbed my cock, I didn't know what to do, his hand massaging, rubbing, my dick, reaching under to caress my balls, I nervously stroked. I had somehow built up the courage to tell her i liked feet. And more importantly, its always been a fantasy to get a footjob under the table in a public restaurant. I told her how embarrassed i was to have this fetish, she said not to worry, and maybe, just maybe, she'd do that one day. When we'd go out after this point, she would tease me sooo bad. Sitting in restaurants she would always where shoes that slipped off easily, and rub my ankles, but never really went any higher. Then one day, in. Then she said she is too shy to do it and covered her eyes with her hands. I am not sure how I got so bold, but I said, “Don’t worry! I will do it for you!” Seeing that she continued to cover her face and did not make an objection, I got up and went to her side. I picked up the pallu and dropped it, exposing her blouse covered magnificent heaving chest. I stared at her like this for about half a minute before she covered herself again. Well, after that, I lost all interest in the game. By now I.