" Why?" Because I need to support them, Sister Sarah." Them? What are 'them', Frilly? What are you talking about, Frilly?It always happens, doesn't it... What do I call them? Tits? Boobs? Breasts?Yes, that's it!"These breasts, Sister Sarah." What? My breasts? Your breasts? Whose breasts are you talking about?Mine are properly supported, see?"She hefted her enormous bosom which rose slightly before falling backinto position with no bounce or swaying. I already knew that her bra wasof the. She came up from under the cover. Oh My Gosh! She stood up and was in nothing but her satin bra and panties. "Wow!" I said. I stood up and was going to ask her what she was doing. However, she grabbed by dick and started jerking it. It left me unable to speak. She lead me to the bathroom not saying a word just jerk me off and gazing into my eye's.We got in the bathroom. She turned around and locked the door. "what are you doing?" I asked. She said nothing and put a finger on my lips. She pushed. Thankfully he gave me the excuse for stopping the awkward struggle I had been having with my wet and clinging panties by pulling my head towards him with one hand and, as he kissed me, reaching for my breasts with his other. Then, as we continued kissing and he began to fondle me, I found I could feel the soft heat of his cock-head pulsing against my stomach and reached down for it, thrilling as I felt the thick shaft jerking powerfully between my fingers. Although our lips were clamped. To put it on, he had to take his suit coat off, and then his shirt, which produced the first true silence of the day in the packed congregation, as the full extent of his scars was revealed.A high school girl whistled and, within twenty seconds, there was jubilation that shook the windows of the little church.THAT story became legend in the town and still is to this day.The other aftershock was smaller in many ways, because fewer people took special notice of it. Those who DID take notice of.