I ran the palms of myhands all over it, rubbing and pressing the soles. I pulled onher toes, pretending that my mouth was sucking them, used myfinger... as my tongue, tasting the soles and heels, licking aroundthe ankle bone. I guess Aunt Heather and I were on the samefrequency, because the more vividly I'd picture what I wanted todo, the more she responded with sighs and moans.I glanced up again and just about coughed. Her legs werecarelessly open, not like she was showing off, but more that. ’The next day couldn’t come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thoughts of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a. His hand left my head and began to explore my shoulders, back, and chest. The stream from the shower let his hand slide over me with very little resistance.As his fingers glided over my nipples, I shivered. They jumped to attention, poking out from my body like two tiny, hard cocks. I instantly used his ass cheeks to pull his cock back into my throat.He ran his hands and fingers over my rigid nipples. He squeezed by pecs. He thumped my chest with his open palm. His hands were all over my. She saw that, and started to rub my painfully hard cock through my jeans. She looked at me, leaned in and whispered "follow me into the bathroom". I did as I was told, she was so hot in a low cut dress and skirt, my cock was so hard at this point it was about to rip out of my pants. When we got there, we went into the biggest stall there, she locked the door behind her, and dropped to her knees. As she undid my pants she told me how she doesn't do this at all and how she was a nice girl but.