Periodically she would pause and bring her fingers to her mouth, sucking her juice off them. In the mean time, my cock throbbed, pressing against by p...nts, begging to be let out for the smallest relief. Reflexively, I reached out to unbutton my pants to find that relief and was slapped again, this time with the hand that was giving her pleasure. The juice ran down my cheek, and I licked it out of the corner of my mouth, almost making the situation enjoyable. “You don’t get to touch yourself. ’ ‘Uh . . . no thanks,’ Clara stammered. ‘Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t go to Christmas Eve services anymore. I . . . I can’t . . .’ By then Clara had backed up to the outer door in the narthex, though, and she turned and fled into the cold, snowy night. It had been her own fault. She had just latched onto the St. Mark’s name when Elizabeth had mentioned where help was needed. Elizabeth probably even had specified it was St. Mark’s Lutheran and Clara had been so focused on forming her excuses. I pulled her over and laid her down on the bed and un buttoned her sexy outfit while still keeping it on exposing her dripping wet pussy and beautiful breast I immediately buried my face into her pussy. It was drenched I licked all her juices up I fingered her hard and fast as I licked on her clit while her cream just kept on leaking out until she finally came and boy did she cum. I’ve never seen anything like it in person. With every push of my fingers the more cream cum that flew out of her. It was right after college, she remembered a short time acquaintance who fell deeply in love for her always wondering if that man was her soul mate. Vanessa remembered his dark eyes and long hair that covered them and that he was raised in the country. Maybe that was the familiar a rarity and that mistaken feeling in the pit of her stomachs turning with excitement. Maybe that’s why their discussions opened so easily. Vanessa was willing it all to happen just as she had imagined it in her mind.