He was just here to do a job and then he'd leave. I'd be alone again.I think about things too much. What's the Nike motto? Just do it. Make a decision...and go. Let the pieces fall where they may.When I stopped thinking so hard, I noticed he was staring at me with a confident smile on that handsome face of his. Did he know what I was thinking? Did it matter? What was I afraid of? Being hurt? Been there, done that. Someone finding out about my curse? Maybe, but it seemed unlikely anyone would ever. It turned out a solution was quickly found.The subject came up on Sunday as Mrs. Alexander was chatting with FatherTom after Mass at the local parish where he assisted. That Sunday I wasalso at the church where I took part in an item the choir presented. Itwas the first time while I was a member of the choir that we sangoutside the Academy.Mrs. Alexander offered to open her home to me for the long weekend andthe priest agreed subsequently to approval from my parents and me. Ofcourse, after a. I said that we should make this memorable and he agreed. We decided take a room in a near by lodge.As we entered the room, he threw me on the bed and pounced upon me. He began kissing me wildly on my lips while his hands were busy massaging my soft, plump, juicy breasts. He said, he loved my boobs while they were swinging due to my movements and he said he used to secretly notice my curves many times. He pressed my boobs hard through my blouse and slowly placed his hand inside my saree, into. " He then proceeded to hammer his cock in and out of my relaxing hole fully withdrawing with each stroke before plunging back in until his pubes groaned against my buttocks. He built up pace until he just flew in and out causing me to moan in passion and the sounds my slackening hole made as he slopped into me would have made me blush if I wasn't so excited that I was dribbling precum against the wall and praying he'd fuck me for hours. I was getting noisier and this attracted men who were soon.