Bs muje to isra kafi tha main jhat se uske hoth pe apne hot rekh diye or chusne lga.Fir ammi ne apni jibh mere muh me dal di.kya testy thi uski juban ...ain uski juban ko apne muh me chusne laga tbhi ammi ne apna hath mere lund per pain ke upr se rub krna suru kr diya meri to halt khrab ho gyi maan kr rha tha abhu pakkad kr chod du . Smoch or boobs press krne me kb interval ho gya pata hi nhi chala. Main bhi gram ho chuka tha or vo bhi. Fir waiter aaya or humne kuch snks or cold drink order kiya. The church was everything to me. I believed in God and was in church every day. I didn’t date anybody regularly. Maybe once in a while, I would go on a “blind” date. If the guy was cute, we had sex. If no, home and Netflix.Usually mass’ was boring. Sometimes I asked myself 'why am I here'? Then I saw him. I think God wanted to see my reaction because I had only one idea in my mind “Are you fucking kidding me?” He was tall, had a great built and very hot… the priest. I looked into his eyes, and. We were doing algebra which was rather simple to me, (Not being bigheaded but I am rather smart) so I tuned out for most of the lesson. After we had finished I went through the day with almost no events happening other than being extremely bored and witnessing a small fight in the corridor outside the lunch hall. After the day was done I got on my bus to go home and sat next to my friend Bobby who wasnt in any of my classes which made me mad seeing as he was the only real friend I had at. He stops moving immediately. She slowly pulls off him, placing a gentle kiss against his slit. Her tongue, beyond her control, flicks out and steals a last taste. Taking his hand she stands up and moves back towards the couch. She reaches up and kisses him again. She needs a connection. She needs to feel him inside of her so much. Gently he licks into her mouth. She trembles slightly, her knees buckling slightly at the sweet invasion. She palms his cheek, before slowly running her hand down his.