When we came to the US, my parents took me to a Catholic church. I was an altar boy. I got jealous when I found out the priest was touching other boys... I made him fuck me! I told all the Fathers that if they touched any of the other boys, I'd tell the whole congregation." He smiled sadly. "For most boys, that memory would fill them with shame. For me, it was the happiest time of my life."I glanced around us; the crowd had thinned but this still was not my first choice of locations for personal. We both were burning in our bodily desires. The body movement which I felt was because she was adjusting her body to me. She sat on my crotch. My dick was in direct contact with her soaked pussy. We both were tensed and a wave of sensation was going through our body.I was surprised at her action. She pulled her body up, lovingly took my dick in her hand and then again lowered her body. My dick- head was at the entrance of her pussy. Next moment I felt that my swollen head was wedged between the. What she didn't like though was having a big wet sticky mess on her shirt. Knowing that the people at the table were not going to look under the table, she pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor. Realizing that her bra was wet too, she slipped out of that also.Topless now, she moved over to the next blue robe and opened it with her wet hand. A seven inch uncut penis popped up, standing straight up. She giggled under her breath and realized that up top it must be very erotic to see. It feels... good." Well I like to do it."We watched TV in silence as I continued to knead Carla's breasts, her flesh hot and yielding under my strong hands. Since the phone call, I hadn't touched her nipples, but only the ample areas under them. Now I let my fingers fan across both large nipples, which spiked upward, hard as thimbles. Carla gasped slightly."Does that feel good?" Uh huh. Maybe too good." What do you mean?" I don't know how much more of this I can take..." You mean before you.