I watched her glorious breasts as she stroked me and noticed that both her nipples were stiff and erect. I watched her face, so intent on stroking my ...ock, until she looked up and our eyes locked. As I looked at her full, ripe, lips, she leaned forward, and kissed me deeply, her hand still firmly on my cock. Her lips were warm, soft and salty and parted slightly as I tilted my head and kissed her back. Then I felt her tongue quickly dart along my lips in search of mine. I responded in kind,. ." She is." Happily, just then the kids emerged and mostly made bee-lines for their parents or carers.I saw Sally looking round for her mother (or her usual minder) until she caught sight of me and ran towards me, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy!" I can't express the feeling that gave me, intensified when she flew into my arms. I picked her up and hugged her as she wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed my cheek. "Where's Mummy?" She's sleeping. She's going to work tonight." Okay!"She wriggled to be. Her silky bra trying to cover her big boobs. Her smooth legs shining in the light. She saw this and tried to cover herself. I came to senses when she shook me and said: “Remember its just a massage.” She lay on the table with her ass up.My hands were shaking to touch her. My dick was already hitting the boxers to jump out. I managed to keep my trembling hands on her calf. She understood and felt ticklish and gave a laugh. “Never touched a woman?” she asked. “Touched, but not as smooth as. Yes, Father Fontane.”“S’pose to see me soon as you got back. Come see me now.”Dott washed his face, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man’s office, still uncertain of what he would do.The blond boy was gone and Fontane’s demeanor was as if nothing had happened.“How was your morning?” the older priest asked with a salacious smile.“It was...It was...” Dott squirmed. “Everett, I...I saw you.”“Saw me? Saw me what?”“I knocked on your office door and I saw you...with some boy.”Fontane.