I was fingering myself as I sat there listening to him speak, watching his eyes rest on every one of us. I wonder if he could tell what I was doing?Re...ember the wet knickers I left in the pew. Well, my finger is squelching away at my folds and I can feel that there is a wonderful orgasm waiting to make itself known to these four walls. Well, three walls and an open door.Some people worship God all the time, some only once a week. I think I’m better than all of them because I worship my pussy. At school I learned the ugly truth the leader of the born again clowns, Roger Nettleman was telling the school that virginal beth had sucked his cock. What a freaking hypocrite!Of course I defended beth, in gym class I faced Roger and his born again posse of asshole's. Fat Roger looked frightened but talked big, "the whore's little brother" and I punched him in the mouth. Roger's friends backed off fast and I kicked him in the balls. Roger fell like a sack of shit crying and holding his balls.. ‘Yes.’ You move the buzzing object so that I don’t cum. You won’t let me cum. You let me get so close that it feels like I am going to reach the point of pure satisfaction. Then you stop it. And I moan. I need you to finish me. My body is shaking in desire. Internally my body screams for you. But I am too scared to let the noise out. My body is so cold. But it is covered in a thin layer of sweat. I can smell the scent of my juices. I want you to fuck me. You move the buzzing object again, so. There was a large mirror on the wall. My hands slid over the leather. I heard it crackle, and sniffed the smell of it deep inside me. His own scent, that mixes with that leather. "Take a good look at yourself, boy. You look really cool and horny! "He sighed. "Look at yourself in the mirror." He lowered his arms and closed the zipper and the belt of the Leather jacket.There I stood, in a cool leather jacket with a muscle god, who was admiring me in the mirror. Suddenly his tattooed right arm.