"What's her name? How long has she been doing that? Is she adopted? Does she know who her biological parents are? Does she ever exhibit a colored aura...about her?" I asked more than I intended, but I was so excited that there might be some clues about us here."Her name is Sarah. She just turned fourteen." She seemed a little hesitant to answer the other questions, but before either of us could say anything, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, smiled, and answered it. “Observe!” And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.Unfortunately, while rushing forward to strike the last bell of the song, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by. As she undressed facing away from me my heartbeat quickened. If I timed it perfectly maybe I could get my best view yet. I started imagining open pussy and ass as she bent forward. I couldn't get caught but if I timed it correctly I could dip down and get the full view. Her top went over her head, then her hands reached behind to the clasp of the white bra. Bending forward those pert breasts swung free. My position allowed a full side view which I devoured.As her hands grasped at the belt. I felt an after-shock of orgasm then a third mini orgasm that left me breathless and panting, utterly spent.My knees turned to jelly and I slid down the wall to sit, legs spread wide either side of her feet.“Mmmmmm, that was so nice mummy, you tasted so good, I had a little cum just at thought of what we were doing, god it was so fucking horny, my mum pissing into my mouth as I finger fucked her and licked her to orgasm. Wow!”I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, feeling her hard.