He told me to relax my mouth and let him do all the work. One of his hands slid off of the backside of my head as he grabbed the base of his swollen c...ck.Jerry started pumping his foreskin up against my lips while rocking back and forth, stuffing into my mouth as much of his cock as he could. After I had a few "gag reflex" moments, Jerry figured out about how much of his dick to thrust down my throat. I managed to slide my right hand back down to my own cock and I started jacking myself. The floor was hard and cold, but I seemed to feel the gaps of tiles beneath my knees and hands. She led me forward and then around to the right. I couldn't imagine what was down here and the unknown nature of my surroundings filled me with a slight sense of dread. The air was cooler here, pickling my skin, and I felt a strange type of humidity. I bumped my right shoulder slightly as she led me through another doorway, but I made not a sound and quickly adjusted myself through. Finally, she. So I pick you up one early morning… we have a nice breakfast at a local hawker stall… you know, rajoo’s curry house at Jalan gasping… sipping sweet tea with crispy roti canai, my eyes gazing at your sweet soft smiling face. Sitting next to you, listening to your soft sweet voice under the shade of coconut tree, having our breakfast together, I wonder if life can get any better? Hmmm… I doubt if it could ~ We’re clad in casual jeans and t-shirt and sunglasses… a cool looking couple ~ simply love. 'Forgive me father for I have sinned'. The start of confession, open your heart and confess your dirty thoughts, your masturbation's, and look through the little hole in the panel, to see if the priest is jacking off to your teenage debaucheries.Of course he knows who you are, I was f******n and had a crush on my priest, so telling him I was thinking about him in a sexual way was just the catholic was of asking him for a fuck.Father James had a nice cock, it was thick and longish, as many a.