I look into his deep blue eyes to seek approval. My knees slip on the floor which only serves to expose me to the rest of the church as the door moves...outward.All I have on is a crutchless one-piece fishnet garment that I wore under my skirt and top. Not the thing you usually wear to church but as I said, I was emotional and irrational when I awoke this morning – and it has been a while.Father Patrick said that there is no spiritual growth without emotional growth. It made me snigger when I. He says he has never felt anything so erotic as my pussy gripping his finger and the warm liquid surrounding his finger. Leaning over me I feel kisses and nips on my thighs and I feel him slip another finger inside of me. Never having had a man go down on me before I tensed for a minutes but his thrusting fingers and words of encouragement helped me to kind of loose control and just enjoy his tongue circling around and on my clit. At first I was nervous but I was so excited and again close to. If you can call that being alone, so maybe it was the prospect of our being alone together; no children, no Izzy or Peggy, no CIA or Congress; just me, Lilly, the California state educational system and, hopefully, Lucifer.We spent the first day, or what was left of it, relaxing and recovering from the long flight. There'd been one stopover in Dallas-Fort Worth to refuel the plane, but apart from that the trip was coast to coast. We landed in San Diego, took our bags in hand once I'd given the. No foreplay?” “I got to fondle her big titties, but was Never allowed to touch her pussy even once and she Never even Looked at my cock!” I admitted. “You Poor Boy! It,s a good thing I Didn,t wear my bra or knickers then, Isn,t it?” She raised her cardigan to show me her unfettered Bristol’s with their big nipples, then her mini skirt to expose her hairy minge. We had moved to the rear seat for more space where I,d spread the old blanket as there was a chill in the air despite it being June..