You sip your wine and are conscious of the wetness spreading below. You cross and uncross your legs in your short skirt and can feel the stickiness as...one thigh rubs against the other. You also feel the coolness of a soft breeze on your panty-clad pussy.Your mind continues to playback the scene. You are savoring the feeling of his thick cock sliding into you now. This cock that you know so well. Every curve. Every seam. Each freckle and vein tracing down his shaft. You can draw it from memory. I couldn’t get through it without crying when I first tried to sing it. Of course…I was only seven at the time.” There was some laughter in the audience and when it ended I took a deep breath and launched “Danny Boy.” My voice was full of emotion as I told the story in song of an old man who sends his only son off to war and prepares him for his return whether the father is alive or dead. It was one of my best ever performances. People leapt out of their seats when I finished and bowed. I. I was worried – obviously Lynn’s modesty had come back in a rush. She tensed up immediately and drew back from my hand, closing her legs and just cuddling stiffly up beside me. ‘Hey, hey, hey…’ I said, none too softly, turning on my side and embracing her fully. She brought up her lower arm to cross in front of her, and her upper arm she just laid limply over my waist. My cock was dribbling a bit of pre-cum and pressed against her tummy. I reached up with my upper arm and touched her face. In. I have time after the service, if you do.”“I do.”We completed our vesting, and at the appointed time, began the Vespers service for Cheesefare Sunday. It would, if I followed the strictest fasting rule, be the last time I ate any animal products, except for fish on certain days when it was permitted. I was going to do my best, but it was very difficult, in the school setting, to avoid things like butter, cheese, and milk. When the service was finished, I let Clarissa know I needed to speak with.