M. I wake up and saw Dhivya was now towards wall. As there was a dressing table in front of her I could see her front portion thru the mirror and stil... the zip was open. Now I got attracted towards her ass.I slowly rested my stretched palms over her ass. As through the whole act I didn’t cum my Johnny got heavier and I thought of relaxing it by resting it over Dhivya’s ass. Now I slowly positioned my body such that my Johnny was over her ass and placed my hand over her waist. I was virtually. .....!" I gasp, my face on fire and that very special, very familiar feeling in the tip of my penis starting to grow."Don't you like it Graham?!" She laughs, "I thought you'd like my show! This is what you've dreamed of isn't it?!" She laughs again and again as She starts to slide Her skirt up gradually. "I'm not......I can't........I won't be able to hold it Miss......" I'm terrified I'm about to do a full open pants-spunk in front of Her and I won't be able to control it - terrified but oh so. After about ten minutes of the sermon a few more people came in, and the leathery old guy once again passed the plate around. I held the plate with some contention, begrudgingly dropping a dollar in. The preacher man ranted on and on about the lord and his wonders, and told us of how he was trying to start a supper club for his followers. An hour into the ceremony — session — whatever you choose to call it, and a few more people rambled in. The preacher looked at the old guy and nodded, and. More fun. Boy’s hormones.So there I was, extremely happy to reach home early. I knew I would find my mom worshipping; a peaceful whacking-off session was waiting for me on the other side. So I drove my bicycle faster than usual and reached home. I parked my cycle and climbed stairs peacefully, I never liked it when someone asked if I had bunked school or something. I would tell mom upfront, they left us early today.Then I opened the grill quietly and placed my bag on the sofa. Looked like no.