...In my mind I am begging you to suck it..............however you simply flick your tongue out and taste my pre-cum..............sitting back up and ...olding my cock firmly in your hand............taking a firm grip.You ask me what i am waiting for and to begin playing.As I play you begin to stroke my cock and move your head close to my ear........I can feel you breathing on my ear and you tell me to concentrate...........as you grip my cock harder and pump the hard shaft up and down.You tell. Justin suggested making an large aimable reflector. He had a small one, which he used for illustration. Properly adjusted, it shone to the back of the boat. Sheila said that it was bright, but she could handle the glare. Justin promised to work on something larger, but more diffuse. Details would be exacting, but it was doable.Once that was covered, Pastor Mueller walked us through the traditional service. Sheila was trembling when I took her hand—stage fright I think. After we walked through. I requested him to massage fastly. He started moving his hands fastly on my body and I suddenly turned towards him and now his hands were on my boobs. He pulled his hands back and said” I am sorry didi”. I said “Its ok.”He started to stare at my boobs and pussy. I shouted at him “What are doing?”He said ” I am sorry, its first time I am seeing a girl nude”I asked ” wanna feel them?”He was shocked but regained immediately and said “Are you serious?”I said ” of course I am ”He ripped his tee. * * * * *The next thing I knew I was lying down on a station platform - it must have been Oxford Circus, for some reason that seemed important to me, and hearing a man's voice. "Miss - Miss, are you all right" he said managing to penetrate through the fog that was enveloping my brain.Miss, who are they calling Miss?"I .. I think so" I replied, or at least I think it was me - the voice that I seemed to be controlling seemed so high-pitched and alien to me and then I remembered - I remembered.