She could tell something was stopping me from touching her. She knew I would need her to give me a green light, that even this far, I would not violat... her without explicit permission, and with that she gave me her permission. Reaching out to me, she embraced each side of my face in her soft, warm hands, and with a heat that I thought would melt me into nothing, she placed her lips to mine. More soft than her hands, and more forgiving than a priest, she granted me the kiss of a lifetime, not. "Yes, I'll be driving myself, or walking. The school's not that far from our house, so I may walk on nice days." Good for you dear, we struggle constantly to keep our young people active and fit, and walking is probably the best thing you can do. We'll get a better view of the student parking area from the some of the second floor classrooms, but the same road that brought you here curls up and around to the west parking area. Shall we go in?"So we did. The school wasn't all that big, three. “No please fuck me. Tina please have Keith do me first. It’s been years. I want a cock in my tight pussy..” Irene pleads. Both women are now craving for my cock. Amused and confused, I defaulted to what I thought was the right thing to do. I reached for Irenes leg and started kissing it from the toes all the way to her pussy. I sucked on it for a few seconds while I finger bang her. And then I sucked on her nipples and told her “a few more minutes of waiting please?”. She unwillingly complied. Take my prayer."Interesting. A prayer to Gabriel. To the patron saint of messengers.Another candle, another payer. "St. Francis de Sales, hear my prayer. Open my ears, bless my hands."Ah, of course. Her walls were not all self-imposed. She was deaf. Her world was silent not by choice, but by design.Another candle. A whispered prayer to Valentine and Jude. To lovers and desperate causes.The saints don't listen. They don't exist. But we do.I followed her home that night. Through crowded streets.