.. I... are those horns real?" she asked, trying to regainself control and trying to return to her usual self; a strong woman."Yes, they are," he answ...red before adding, in a deep weathered voice, "Igrew them myself."''''He smiled. That seemed to ease her. She reached to the horns to feelthem, slowly. As if this beast was really a beast ready to charge on thewrong move. It was not however and gently lowered his head so she couldexamine them."wow, it all looks so real. How the hair curls around. I got really embarrassed and couldn't say anything. He told me it was ok and asked me to come over and sit next to him. I did as he asked and he gently took my hand and started to move it towards his penis. I didn't know what to do but I didn't stop him. I sat there with my hand on him while he sat there making comments about the girl giving a guy a blowjob.I could feel that his penis was really hard and was very big. He started to move my hand up and down on his penis. He took his hand away. I'll explain to you what's going on in your head and show you how you can stop thinking all the time about sex. Take your time dear... you can decide later and if you want to come, I'll be here." Thank you Reverend Gillis. I feel better already. Maybe you've helped me enough."The trim figured teen rose and left the confessional and Jim, his cock swollen with desire for her youthful innocence, wondered if he'd taken the right tack in not proceeding immediately with her seduction.At a few minutes. The soft sweetgrass beneath me wasn’t much of a balm. Feeling her hand stroking against my forehead helped a little.Warm fingers caressed my head, my shoulders. Taking a deep, three-part breath I stirred against the thick grass and closed my eyes, trying to relax, trying not to think. The leaves of the birch tree above stirred faintly in a soft summer breeze.Fingertips traced over my chest, my ribs. Trickled down to my hips. And gently wrapped around my cock.My eyes started open. Muscles.