I don’t know why I am here but I find myself listening to sermons, singing songs and praying to him. Mostly, I’m looking at Father Patrick and won...ering how he would abuse my young body if he were to see me naked. I think of him as strong, virile and passionate.Father Patrick’s sermon, on why he believes that God feels emotions, makes me feel emotional. He has already made me understand that we do not need to feel guilt or shame over our emotions if we begin to understand them. I like what he. What a pleasure ! A finger comes to discover your little hole, all open and damp with your excitement.Should I continue for a drunkenness of our bodies?I feel then that you appreciate this delicate caress which completes my wiggle between your thighs.That's when I decide to kiss you full on the mouth, then go down to your neck, grab your breasts, lick, nibble your nipples, before melting towards your soaked pussy. I kiss her, and invade her with my fingers. I continue for a few minutes to revel. I took several photos from different angles. She was so hot her inner pink seemed to glow like a fireplace. I moved to her tits to suck the nipples. They were hard enough to poke your eye out. As I sucked one nipple, my hands were busy lightly tracing the under part of her mounds. She seemed to be in heaven.About then, there was a knock at the door. "Nooo!", she cried.I went to close the doors, stopping to quietly open the blinds. She just heard the french doors close.At the door was a man that. They couldn't see you, but they saw your hands. I gasped, but the reaction from the table was instinctive and very positive. The men's muffled exclamations merged with movements of their hands as they adjusted themselves furtively under the table. One of them slowly rubbed one palm over his face in what seemed to be amazed disbelief. But they all seemed to like it.I stood there, my naked torso bathed in gleaming light, and my full, soft breasts seemed to become even fuller, thrusting themselves.