Her generous bosom heaved with fear or anticipation ? Eaton did not know ? underneath her school jumper and blouse. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, ...aton unbuttoned the placket in the front of his trousers and pulled out his half-hard cock. Ginger needed no encouragement, no prompting to take the rapidly filling erection into her mouth. Eaton sighed in relief, placing a hand on the back of her head, twining his fingers in her thick brown curls. He canted his hips steadily, urging her to take. My thumb is glistening wet when I pull it out and it has a tremendously tangy odour. I pass my thumb under my nose to get closer to it's aroma. Then I lick my thumb clean, savouring it's rich frothy taste. I caress his nuts with my left hand, first one, then the other. My right hand is busy with his cock. I fondle it and grasp the shaft and move my hand back and forth. Soon he is as hard as a rock and I slide his foreskin back and forth. His cockhead is glistening with creamy nectar. I can't. I pushed myself into a sitting position and he came up to meet me. I straddled his lap and pried his lips open with my tongue. With my hands on his shoulder and my tongue in his mouth I pushed him backwards on the bed until I was on top of him. I moved down and grasped him between my hand. Stroking softly I swirled my tongue around the tip of his shaft. He lay back with closed eyes I opened my mouth to him. Deeper and deeper I took him in. His moans became more frequent. I felt his hips rise. "You are Her Priestess," he said, "and I'm sure that the Challis you offer will be most welcome. As her Priest, I welcome your offerings to what will be our Circle and our life." He paused. "My love, I know what the Athame is. If you wish to include it in this ceremony, then I will trust your judgment." Another pause. "I fear," he said in a softer voice, "that despite the fact that an Athame is not a weapon, my own short comings will not allow it to be view as anything but. I fear that my own.