I slightly reclined my seat to give Alan a better view of Michelle's mouth sliding up and down my throbbing hard cock. I could hear the sound of him b...ginning to touch himself and I became so turned on I desperately wanted to reach over and help him, but I refrained for now.With my hand on her ass, Michelle loosened her tight jeans so I could reach inside. She was breathing louder and louder every few seconds. Doing this with Alan in the car with us was turning us both on like never before. She. When she opened her eyes, she smiled at me.I was stunned for a second, but when I saw her smile a very pleasant sensation washed through me. I smiled in return and asked, “Which way to the back stairs?”She watched my lips and bit hers again. Her hand came up pointing. “That way.”I looked out the doorway. The hall turned a couple of times, but I could see the end of the railing that separated the stairway from the floor. I stepped out of the room, ready to go, and Jordan pulled me around for. He did help me, I knitted my brow. No one else did. No one else even noticed. The priest approached. I parted my lips, and closed my eyes as he placed his pale wafer on my tongue. Next came the wine, trickling warmly down the back of my throat. I tried to be sacred; to meditate on the blood and the body, the mysteries of transubstantiation. But as I swallowed, all I could think about was Mr. Caine. His lips against my hand. His hand on my shivering shoulder. His voice. His eyes. Like frost.. Still with my back tothe door, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and tuggeddownward, freeing my hardening cock in the process as I removed myunderwear.I turned round, to see her standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded;her face frozen in terror."Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. "You okay?" Oh fuck," she whispered, her gaze locked on my cock."Too fast? I thought..." No. Well, yes. But, no. Oh fuck. I'm sorry." She sat on the edge of thebed; arms folded protectively across her.