I moved up and down, allowing my cock to slip along the cleft between her pussy-lips, soaking in her warm lubrication. My cock grew even harder at the...moisture, aching for me to simply ram it into her.I looked into her eyes, their gray irises expressing a look of nervous trust. She was scared, and it showed."I love you, Helen." I said softly, letting the words fall from my mouth easily."Don't say that." She gasped, as my cock slipped down further, and I felt her opening against the head of my. " So you mean it's not bad, it's OK". "But OF COURSE it's OK, and no it's not bad at all, not a bit." So I'm listening, who do you do it to."But now she's interested and turns to me slightly and I know she's showing me her slit just enough to get me distracted, but I carry on. "You my little one. Look at you. you're gorgeous, you've got great looking legs, your ass is out of this world..." and I lay it on thick. I know it's not fair, an experienced man playing with a young girl of 18 but she. She just panicked. She opened the door and looked out to see five elderly people sitting in the back pew, two old women and three elderly gentlemen. She pulled her coat tightly around her and ran passed them. They looked up, startled to see this young woman and wondered what was going on. They watched her run towards the heavy doors, open them and fly out. There was whispering and speculation amongst them.They then saw the young priest peek out of his confessional, looking puzzled too. It all. I started paying more attention to how others dressed and carried themselves. I loved the comparative luxury I enjoyed with her. Still on occasion I liked to visit my old haunts and would have her drive me there, and having her take us for a drink in some pretty crummy bars. I could see she wasn’t too comfortable in some places, she hated the crude language you would sometimes hear there. She never complained, always tried to put on a brave face and pretend she was enjoying herself. I knew she.