She tried on the first one she picked out, a bright yellow bikini, and came into the kitchen to model it for her mother. "How's this look?" Very prett... Megan, I like the color. It will look even better after you get a nice tan. The contrast of tanned skin and the yellow suit will look good. Try the other one and let's see how that fits."Megan slipped on the second suit and looked into the full-length mirror. There wasn't much to the suit, and what material there was didn't hide much at all. She. Butterflies started flying in my stomach. I was imagining how she would be and how to satisfy her. Immediately called my boss and took sick leave. Then, i prepared everything and was ready for fun. She had to come from long way, nearly an hour journey. I could not wait for an hour. It looked like ages. Hope you understand how it would be. Then, the time has come. She called me to inform that she reached my place. I went there to pick her. What should I say? She was gorgeous. I was in heaven. I make the sign of the cross and turn to let them grieve, traipsing back up the winding path between the weathered gravestones. It's the hardest part of my job.In the sanctity of the church, I collect a stack of prayer books and distribute them among the pews for the next service then stand in the centre of the nave staring blankly ahead at the stained glass. The scratches have all but healed.I still don't know what – if anything – happened that night. Somehow I'd made it back before daybreak. I could see his arousal showing in his trousers. He squeezed her ass as they stood in front of me and she wiggled it back. "Okay, ten minutes," I responded, looking at my wrist-watch. They walked off hand in hand, all giddy like a couple school kids, as they made their way out of the bar. That ten minutes went by so slow it seemed like an eternity. I was wondering what was happening. Was she naked by now? Was he hung? Were they having foreplay? Was she sucking his cock? Maybe they just skipped.